Dysmorphia

They don't know me

I don't even know myself

How can they say they love me

When I wish I were someone else

One day I am skinny

Then I'm so heavy I could drown

Suffocated and sinking

From the thoughts I can't get out

I wish that I could see me

Through someone else's eyes

Deep down I'm sure I'm pretty

But I can't look past my thighs

That's the problem isn't it?

You'll never truly know

Of course they say they love you

Because your thoughts they'll never know