I want to love myself.
No, I don't mean the kind of love
That's there when I say I'm beautiful
Because I look half as decent as other girls
Or when I dress in pretty clothes
And not even when I do what I'm told
Just because that's what makes them stay.
I don't want to love myself
Based upon these superficial facts,
Where I fit right in just to feel alive
And where I avoid the hate behind white lies.
I don't want to get up everyday
Like every other person
Put on my mask and dance along
To a song sung by everyone.
I don't want to love myself
Just because my parents do,
Just because I'm a good girl
Just because people praise me
And tell me I'm perfect.
Why should my self-love reside in the eyes of others?
I want the kind of love that comes from within.
The kind that doesn't push me into a mold
And tell me that I have to suck it in.
But this must be a love which has no eyes
Nor a mouth with wings to fly.
For the eyes can see demons
And words can always die.
I just need arms to pull me up
And strength within my lungs.
Maybe then I will love myself.
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