kiss me goodnight and tell me i'm pretty

~dear society~

So the scars on my ankle are just for attention

And the tears rolling down my cheeks are too

So my anxiety attacks are just for pity

And my emptiness is just a joke to you

So when I don't eat anything for lunch

You think it's so I want you to tell me I'm skinny

And when I beat my face with pounds of makeup

It's because I want attention- not because I want to feel pretty

And when I smile and laugh and have fun for once

I'm just a phony desperate for popularity

But when I shy away since everyone says I'm fake

Then I'm an antisocial irregularity

When I'm nice to people I'm fake

But when I'm honest I'm a bitch

When I lie I'm a horrible person

But when I tell the truth I'm a 'snitch'

When I don't send nude pictures to a boy

You consider me a prude

But when I wear a tight dress, and try and look my best

I'm a just a dumb whore to you

Society has told me there are no options

That's why only a few know the real me

Because what's behind my eyes is deadly and dying

Trust me.

You don't wanna see.