That Ugly DucklingI hate the mirror.More Like This
It's a constant reminder of how ugly I am.
I spot my flaws easily, rather than spotting the features that make me look good.
It sickens me to think that I'm never going to be good enough.
And I sometimes believe it.
I often compare myself to my friends,
Each of them perfectly poised and shaped,
and then theres me.
The Ugly Duckling.
Razor SlutIt started so many years ago.More Like This
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
But if she didn't cut she'd become insane.
She kept on cutting she couldn't stop;
Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop.
She knew one day her veins would pop,
But all she ever wanted was to be on top.
So she kept on going, she cut more and more.
She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore.
When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core,
It relieved her to s