Why am I always the one to apologise?
It's society who rip you apart like a lion with its prey,
They tell us to be skinny we need to exercise,
The only thing that matters to them is how much we weigh.
Why is it always my fault?
It's like they need someone else to blame,
Your words struck me like a thunderbolt,
To you this is some sort of game,
Why am I not perfect?
My teeth are never shimmering white,
I'm not the beautiful, talented girl everyone would expect,
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see the light,
Why can't I be like most girls,
Popular, skinny, pretty and liked,
Girls with hair full of gorgeous curls,
I'm sick of being disliked
Why do you laugh when you see me?
Is it my bitten nails or my messy hair or my clothes that you never seem to like?
I wish with every word you said that I could disagree,
But I never seem to be right.
Why can't I be perfect?
Why am I never good enough for you?
Why am I to weird?
Why am I to different
I don't understand what's wrong with me.
