Why Me?

Why was I cursed?

Having a huge chest

Is definitely the worst

Nothing fits right

I can't ever find a bra

They're always too tight

Or not tight at all

My back really hurts

All the freaking time

I just want to scream

And lay down and cry

"Your boobs don't count

Because your stomach is fat"

Don't you say that

You take it back

 

Why Me?

Why was I cursed?

My friends are so pretty

And here I am, a piece of dirt

They're all so skinny

So amazing, so sweet

But I can't help but notice

How I could never compete

"You're so beautiful" they say

"I wish I had your body, your hair, your eyes"

No, no, no they don't

They may think that, but they don't realize

How hard it is

To merely face the day

When no one wants you

But no one wants to say

 

Why Me?

Why was I cursed?

Intelligence is definitely not a gift

It's the worst kind of thirst

I'm always hungry to be better

To be better than the best

So I worry myself sick

All over some stupid freaking test

I wish I didn't care

I wish I could be stress-free

I wish I could be like all the people

That are satisfied with getting a B

But that's not what I've been taught

My family is nothing less than bold

"You'll never be anything without that A."

Or so I've been told

 

Why Me?

Why was I cursed?

I'm such a good liar

I wish it could be reversed

My friends have no idea

My family couldn't care less

I keep it all in and put up a good face

In all honesty, it's for the best

The ones I love deserve so much

The Earth, the Moon, the Sun

They deserve all of life's riches

And all the stars that shine above

I guess I do too, I suppose

Despite my own inner thoughts that won't set me free

I know that no matter what I think of myself

Somehow, someway, God loves me.

 

Maybe I am cursed, and maybe I'm not

But this is me without my filter

This is the woman behind the curtain

And all these thougths will die with her.