my hair is dry and needs rich moisture.
it's long and come down to my upper shoulders.
i would wear a jacket to cover my stomach, if i wouldn't sweat.
i would cry all night long, till a headache, but still don't want to give up
missery needs company, if you only knew.
i am struggling with my weight, looks, and confidence.
well each time i was called fat or made fun of, it robs me of it.
i used to be this SHIT but now all i do is sit in silence.
No one knows that i am struggling with myself.
the acne, is dirty and won't go away.
each and everyday myself fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.