I'm so tired of being lied too,
"You’re so pretty"; I know those words were lies.
As I look in the mirror I find it very hard to believe,
They try to build me up with confidence, but it's so hard to receive.
Why can I not just simply say "Thank you?"
Instead I beat myself til I am black and blue.
I find it so hard to accept me for who I am.
Because I am not pretty and perfect to myself!
I'm not the walking barbie that is perfect in every way,
I am just the average old me, beat up with mixed emotions that just won't go away.
I cry myself to sleep day and night,
because deep down, these emotions I try to fight.
I want to feel beautiful, and be happy with myself,
I feel so lonely, and I know I need help.
I pray so hard that Jesus will answer me,
until then I will keep fighting until I am free.
By Christy Bozeman