Island of the Found

When I was six

I didn't know better

I thought hating myself

Was just something regular 

My size, my weight, my face

Made me bitter 

I didn't know the world was any bigger

Then I was ten years old

And not a lot of friends

Were there to hold me

Crying on the floor

I was all alone

Nothing but my tears surrounded me

Then I was 14 years old

And I thought the world got better

Sitting on the phone for hours

Because I liked it when you said the world was ours

Then I was 15 years old

And the world seemed so cold

With his hand around my throat 

I wish I could say I didn't know better

Now I'm 18 years old

Thousands of miles away from home

With nothing but the words in my head

I know life gets better