If I could walk around wearing a mask, I would,

Because I’m not feeling as happy and confident as I should.

All the pain and hurt was etched in my skin,

If I was in a beauty contest, I for sure wouldn’t win.

Dark spots from acne scars, battles with self,

And unfought wars,

My eyes were droopy,

you could see them from a far.

When you see that staggered walk with sluggish confidence you know it’s me,

the girl who couldn’t love herself,

she was weak,

that girl is me.