She has this disorder
It's called B.D.D
She magnifies imperfections
Of which others cannot really see
The doctors say it's all in her head
But she cannot let it go
Pointing out problems
That don't even show
It controls her life and every waking hour
Her life had gone from bittersweet to ultimately sour
She looks in the mirror everyday
But not because of confidence and pride
Because she doesn't know the lonely girl
The lonely beautiful girl on the inside
He must be desperate
Because a guy having interest
Was something she questioned
"Maybe we're very alike
And he's going through depression."
It's been years and she hasn't changed
Until this day she still thinks shes strange
