Model murderers

You make me feel ugly
you make me sick
you make me hate myself
i want to change my body
want to look like someone new
don't want to see me when i look in the mirror
want to look more like one of you

you drove me insane
to the point of death
you are the reason i confide in my rhymes
I've tried dieting so many times
pulling hair and biting nails
screaming and shouting
when all else fails

now you are all the reasons for my death
my spirit will now haunt you,
for teaching people to hate themselves,
models are murderers its true