I’m not a prom queen

I’m just an acne scarred teen

I don’t belong to any clique

The ‘oh-so- populars’ make me sick

But don’t misunderstand me

I’m not what you actually see

I hide my feelings with a smile on my face

But my mind feels like it’s trapped in a frickin maze.

My insecurities threaten to consume me

As I turn into my own enemy

It’s all because of the idea of a perfect body

But tell me how can you compare a Honda to an Audi?

My mind tries to fight all this

But the mirror says that’s how it is

Being short, dark and lean

Is the reason of my low self-esteem