People ask me, "Are you okay?"
I say, "Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
But secretly I know I'm not okay
On the outside, yes I'm grinning and laughing,
but on the inside...not so much
There's a storm inside of me
Tossing and shaking vigorously,
Questioning my decisions...
I want to be free of all the thoughts
Inside of me.
I want to stop comparing my looks,
I am who I am because God made me that way
I am special in my own way.
Yet I can't seem to stop
It's hard looking in the mirror,
To see myself staring back,
My imperfect features show brightly than ever
I want to be pretty as Gal Gadot,
Or as skinny as Gemma Ward.
I want to be popular in school,
I want to be smart and successful as Steve Jobs,
I want to be noticed,
I don't want to be invisible
or be in the shadows anymore,
I...I don't want to look at myself anymore,
I want to be someone else,
that fits all the requirements,
People tell me all the time that,
Nobody is perfect...and I see that
But what about me? What am I?
I...I don't want to be me, anymore
Am I okay?
No, I'm not okay
I have many problems
I'm not perfect,
I'm not recognized all the time,
God made us all special in each way,
God made me this way and I'm thankful...
Of who I was made to be.
And that's okay.