The Depressed Cheerleader: Who am I?

I often wish I was a bird so away from my problems I could fly Or maybe a turtle so I could climb inside my shell and die. I could be a tree in the breeze so green and carefree. A lot of times the only thing I don’t want to be is me. I don’t want to live inside my head. It’s a dark and scary place. Outward, I look so upbeat, but inside, that’s not the case. I live my life behind a mask, a smile that isn’t true. There’s more to me than people see, it’s more than feeling blue. Take away the pompoms, behind that pretty smile, When I go home, I hate myself and sit and cry awhile. And when I finally cry myself to sleep, My dreams never cease to keep Filling my head with constant doubt. Their voices seem to scream. They shout: Give up! Give in! You don’t deserve to live! You’re worthless! No one cares! You have nothing left to give! Now you know not everything’s always as it seems. But saying that, you should also know that I’m stronger than these dreams. Too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall, Society’s expectations have set me up to fall. Real beauty is so much deeper than the skin. I won’t give up, I won’t give in. I will not let them win.