Who I am

Wed, 05/22/2019 - 16:19 -- byu99

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.


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