Fighting Gets You Nowhere

Look at me,
Tell me,
What do you see?
I see a monster,
A lost child.

The same words repeat over in my head,
My sanity is departing,
I'm grieving,
Wish I was belonging.

Maybe,
I'm not as thin,
Or as pretty as I should be,
Possibly because of the dullness in my eyes,
They treat me differently.

I'm not too sure,
Because I'm not too bright,
I'm always confused,
Always in some kind of fight.

I'm not perfect,
And i've apologized many times for it,
Just another thing I lack in life,
Just another thing I try to fight.