Here I am again
In my twenties
Same old feelings
Crying myself out over my looks
Wondering what is so wrong with me
Why am I the only odd one out
Why can't I ever accept the person who's looking back at me in the mirror
Why am I never pretty enough
I thought it did not matter anymore
I thought I finally got over it
But in the end I'm only lying to myself
She is still there
She was always there
And will always be there
the 15,16,17,18 me is still there
still unable to accept herself.
