Awaken to see a figure you hate,

a quick turn from the mirror near your bed.

This body and mind together, just great.

You close your eyes, hope its just in your head.

You do everything to finally change,

to be something you want others to see,

but with each thing you just become more strange.

Why can't your thoughts finally be set free.

Can't help but think, is this even worth it

to put up with the constant words of hurt.

Is now the time to just give up and quit?

But maybe today you won't feel like dirt.

Sweatshit and jeans, then out the door you go,

the thoughts in your head no one else will know.