Am I the only one
Who goes to the people they mutually follow
And checks to make sure
That they're still following me?
Am I the only one
Who wishes she could fix herself
With a couple of sit-ups?
Am I the only one
Who's obsessed with
The idea of a curvy
But bikini ready body?
Am I the only one
Who thinks that
She shouldn't be,
(But still is)
Obsessed with little things
Like the way my hair looks
When it's pulled back?
Am I the only one
Who thinks that they're
Alone in a room
Full of people
Am I the only one
Who has only one thing
To look forward to
(A concert, if you'd like to know)?
Am I the only one
Who knows the true weight
Of a real friendship?
Am I the only one
Who knows what it's like
To work on that friendship
Until your hands a bleeding
Your knuckles cracked
And the only thing you can do
Is sit down
And hug?
Am I the only one
Who hates myself
But thinks that
I'm not so bad
At the same time?
Am I the only one
Who's a walking irony?
I hope not.
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