I'm not looking for pitty
Just someone who cares who understands what i am going through

Someone to hold my hair as i throw-up and not because i'm drunk

I shelter myself like I'm some sort of a monster-on the inside thats
how i feel

look at me-i can't see the light at the end of the tunnel
what have they done to me?

I ask why but theres no answer my genetics were written out this way lucky
for me i held the special key to pain and misery

Will it ever be over-
I'm only 18 i can't be looking like frankenstein-why don't
you see?
This is the age of plastic boobs fake noses and perfect teeth..

And none of those are me.
 
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