I've had a hard time,
With my reflection.
You think I don't suit it,
But I think I'm broken.
The fingerprint smudge,
On the family portrait,
But I guess someone has to be,
The disappointment.
Poor life choices,
And lying through my teeth,
'Cause I could never let you know,
That I can't afford to eat.
I know exactly what I looks like,
I've just wasted 20 years,
But I can still make you proud of me.
I was just a kid.
I knew no different.
I remember,
The splinter on the wooden door,
Of my old bed room.
Surrounded by so many like it,
But still completely different.
But you don't look at life like me,
I never see just another face,
I'm obsessed with their stories,
And memories.
But I admit,
I wish I knew just how to change.
I'm sick of feeling,
So fucking ashamed in my own skin.