Through My Eyes

Just when I think I love me for me
You go and make me see
That things are all turned twisted, round
That I had it all wrong from the start
I was blind, and you were right
………apparently, or so it seemed

Why does loving me have to be so hard?
I just want to look in the mirror and be happy with what I see
Go into to a store and try on sizes that don’t make me want to cry
slit my wrists and die
hide away from the pain, cause it’s just to much to take
Even though I know it’s nothing compared to those starving children out there
My pain still subsides, deep with inside, I can’t seem, to get it out, no matter what I try
You keep on putting this pressure on me
Beauty isn’t everything, you know
It’s deep inside, the caring, loving kind
That’s hard to find
Why won’t anyone listen to me
Why can’t they see what I see
They mean more than a jean size, or the number of pores on your face
More than you’re body’s shape
That all comes and goes
It’s all so self absorbed and fake
I wish you’d all see it my way
And you’d honestly be in better shape
Cause this vain shit won’t get you to far anyway