I'm fake.
100% plastic.
So filled with sin, I have no idea who the "real" me is anyways.
If she ever, even existed
I have given up hope for myself
I'm disgusted with my own presence
I don't want to be around myself
I don't want to be me
I want to be normal
I want to be pretty and thin
I want to be super smart and witty
I want to be lovable and desirable but also shown respect.
I can't stand myself
I'm not okay
I'm hurt
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Brutally ME
PoetryOriginal poems Just original poems I have written. They are deep, true and pretty damn real. Read them or don't.