I’m not like you, I am different. I’m not beautiful and wonderful like you. I’m shy. I’m a loner. I’m a freak. I’m ugly. I’m broken. I wish I was like you, sitting with your friends and charming boyfriend with his strong arms wrapped around your skinny waist. I wish I wish I looked like you. You’re beautiful, with your strings of golden hair and blue eyes; with your skinny waist and perfect curves. I wish I fit in like you; surrounded by tons of people that loves you and admire you. But I am nothing like you.