Yeah, I have a problem
With my self-image.
Thank you.
There’s no need
To remind me
How miserable I am.
I wish you’d care
Enough to want
To know why.
It’s that all these
Pity-tears blur
What I think of me.
And in its place
I try on what
You think of me
But it never fits right.
Because it’s not me.
I can never be what
You want me to be.
I’ll never be
Desirable.