You point out the dark spots in my face, I don't know why I feel ashamed.
I can see your joy in making me insecure, You want to make me feel inferior.
You will regret when I become a firmament
My skin will shine with that glow of victory.
*you should try proactive!1!1*
You tell me to stop eating with my mouth open, Our affection for each other has rotten.
You say ranch sauce shouldn't go with everything, That I shouldn't talk if I don't know anything.
I spend hours to look this good
Just to hear you laugh like a buffoon
my skin and mind are irritated
of you telling me to quit dairy..