I used to love my skin.
I felt good in my own skin.
Itches everywhere and all the time.
Scratching, getting sore all the time.
Collecting dirt, accumulating dust.
Dry skin, always moisten it I must.
I drench it in hot water for too long,
and it cleans well, but not for very long.
An hour later, my skin is utter trash.
Pimples and flakes, dirty with a rash.
Now I despise my skin.
I feel foreign in my own skin.
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Always too small. That's me. Not quite perfect, Unfortunately. ''Eww, you need To eat more!'' ''Look at my body, Compared to yours.'' Being mistaken, For someone half my age.
All you see is the long blonde hair, The wide brown eyes, The mile-long stare. All you see is the dark brown roots, The long, slim legs, The military boots.
When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see. Disappointment staring back at me. Let down myself, my family and my savior. I am everything I hate, everything I fear.
Bright red lips Nails to match, A woman that No one can catch. Long slender legs Bright white teeth, Eyes as green As a summer leaf.
Dyed-blonde hair Hip-length, fair, Eyes living puddles Like oceans, or bubbles No rings round her eyes Concealer to hide.
Mirror, Why must you lie. You call me pretty. You call me skinny. You say I am perfect. Someone takes a picture of me and I am ugly. I step on the scale and I am fat. I am not perfect.
Freeze face What a waste You have a scary Mary Look in your eye Does your face even move when you cry.
I hate you spot, I hate the lot. Stupid little acne breakout, You make me want to scream and shout.
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