People ask me, "Hey, are you okay?"
I say, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
But secretly I know I'm not okay
On the outside, yes I'm grinning and laughing,
But on the inside...not so much
There's a storm inside of me
Tossing and shaking vigorously,
Questioning my decisions...
I want to be free of all the thoughts
Inside of me.
I want to stop comparing my looks,
I am who I am because God made me this way.
I am special in my own way,
Yet I can't seem to stop
It's hard looking in the mirror,
To see myself staring back
My imperfect features show brightly than ever,
I want to be as pretty as Gal Gadot,
Or as skinny as Gemma Ward,
I want to be popular in school
I want to be smart and successful as Steve Jobs,
I don't want to be invisible,
or be in the shadows anymore,
I want to be somebody else,
That fits all the requirements,
People tell me all the time that
Nobody's perfect...and I see that,
But what about me? What am I?
I...I don't want to be me anymore,
Am I okay?
No, I'm not okay,
I have many problems,
I'm not perfect, I'm not recognized,
God made us all special in each way,
God made me this way, and I'm thankful
Of who I was made to be.
And that's okay.