Fuck your ideas, other me.
I'm worth the time
and you cannot make me
feel the way you do,
fuck you.
I'm great,
I'm beautiful,
I'll get it tattooed on my
chest if I have to,
because you're not going to win.
I'm tired of being told
everyone's lying to me,
that they use me
or I'm a necessary thorn to
give others gratitude.
Beautiful
great
loved,
you hear me?
You'll be back,
I know,
but I'll do whatever I can
to forget
your distortion,
your disgust,
my enemy
inside me.
