I sit, wondering who is watching me.
I know they must see my every mistake.
How is it this is all my life can be ?
I don’t know how much more stress I can take.
I must be fat if I don’t wear zero.
What fake new diet will I try this week?
It seems that I am not in control here.
My mom asks what is wrong but I don’t speak.
But wait, do all those people really stare?
What if it was all made up in my head?
No one really judges my frizzy hair.
I no longer need to cry in bed.
I can be whoever I want to be,
There is no one I’d rather be than me.