Fitting the Image

1.11.05

I wake up each and every morning
And get my butt out of bed
Oblivious to what’s around me
Thoughts spinning in my head

I walk relentlessly over to the mirror
But what do I see
Just this ugly thing called a person
Staring back at me

I don’t see the person I used to know
Full of popularity and beauty
I don’t even care anymore
My life is just another duty

I tried to be what they wanted
But it was never enough
Popularity and society are too much
It’s just way too tough

I seek confidence in my friends
But they just joke around
Sometimes I really wish
That they wouldn’t make a sound

I hate the society in today’s world
It makes me want to cry
I hate how things are supposed to be
It makes me want to die

And because fitting the image
Is so very hard to do
It’s almost impossible to make
The world accept you too