As I grow taller,
My skin stretches out.
My self respect and love for myself becomes smaller,
Thinking a million thoughts, with my mind filled with pain and doubt.
Some people call them tiger stripes, for the ones who wear them with pride,
While I look at myself in the mirror with disgust.
It's not enough for me to say, "at least i tried",
Because then I'm just letting myself wear away, and turn into dust.
I'm so done with always feeling tired,
Not having any motivation.
All my willpower and energy has expired,
No one sees what I see, and they call it exaggeration.
I can't deal with these extra burdens on my body,
I'm over giving myself self-inflicted remarks.
I’ve become so self-conscious, and now it’s hard for me to even drink a cup of coffee,
But it seems that it's already killing me slowly, and soon all that will be left is a broken soul and stretch marks.