Softly blended lies
harsh discordant truth...

Good friend, best friend
So the saying goes...

Some people call me perfect
Perfect student...

You’re the queen of world
In your own home...

So tired of being perfect
So tired of being good...

It hurts
To always be second best...

Live for the moment
Next year you'll go...

I don't know who I am,
Or who I'll be...

Sometimes I think I hate you
For what you've done to me...

You call yourself ugly
Overweight and stupid...