Trapped inside this body,
Of what is defined as "me".
Tired of looking in the mirror,
Of something that I'll always be.
These looks, they won't change,
Not anytime soon.
I'm so tired of crying,
Drowning in tears of my own typhoon.
If only I could be, what I want to be,
So skinny, and cute, and even pretty.
So scared of myself, and the way that I look,
I'm tired of trying, my confidence is shook.
I just wish I felt pretty,
Each and every single day.
So I'll just sit and pray,
As my life slowly wastes away.
