Right now i just wanna be someone else

Many people say they love themselves well thats good. Some of us cant say we are happy in our skin. I feel like damaged goods i look at my life. i wish i was you because the me that i see isnt good enough. Theres always my weight my hair my skin .

I thought beauty was in the eye of the beholder. I build up esteem just to be lowered in value. The me that iam will never be who you are. I can email myself, write a letter get dresssed up but still. It still wont change a thing iam a prisoner within.

Wheres my shoulder to lean on my rain coat from the storm. Iam over looked underscored misds zero as you must no. Some times i just dont like me.