My mother always said she liked that dress.
She said I looked pretty in pink.
I don’t really like pink,
Or my smile,
Or my body.
I don’t actually feel pretty,
and I don't really like myself.
But I’ll wear that pink dress and straighten my hair.
I’ll smile for the pictures,
I will do my best.
I know I’ve been the problem,
And I promised it wouldn’t last.