March 24, 2009
Today I wake up and my breath i exhale
in the mirror i consume the face that's so pale
i put on my make up so that i can hide it
my mom says im pretty and i should confide in it
i just cant take it, my confidence is low
the real me, to them i would never show
I rely too much on what others think
when i get to class in my chair i will sink
the whipsers, the staring, is it about me?
i slam my eyes shut and wish i could leave
desperatly waiting for this day to be done
ugh, thank god, in 5,4,3,2 and 1.

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