I walked down this hall everyday,

while faces stared at me.

I thought to myself: was I too ugly?

Was it my pimples?

Was it my big nose?

Maybe it was my weight?

I looked at the mirror everyday

and observed at my imperfections.

I frowned as I envisioned people talking behind my back.

Was I even desirable?

Then, I finally decided to change things

that would make me more desirable.

I got surgery, I lost weight, I rid my face of pimples.

I fixed everything that people judged me for.

I walked down the hall,

and faces still stared at me.

I thought to myself: why are they still staring at me?

Did I overdo my nose?

Did I lose too much weight?

What else do I need to change?

I looked at the mirror,

trying to find things that I need to change.

I noticed that I didn’t smile.

Was I even happy about these changes?

Did I do these things for myself?

Did I do these things to me happy?

I realized that I tried so hard to please others,

I didn’t even try to make myself happy.

I walked down the hall once more,

but this time, people weren’t staring at me.