Lies are everywhere.
They've altered my mind.
I'm only less than perfect.
That's all I've come to find.

I look inside the magazines,
I see the lying faces.
I see the girls I want to be,
and wish I could take their places.

Their bodies are so perfect,
Their teeth so white and clean.
And even though they're altered,
They are what I want to be.

I can't help but feel despair,
For how I am not seen.
I can't help but hate myself,
For who I want to be.

I try to starve myself,
I get no where, and fast...
I try to not be bothered,
But that feeling does not last.

So I will try my hardest,
To ignore my fate.
I am stuck in this body,
With this face, mind, and weight.

 
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