i know who i am.

This face isnt pretty,

This face aren't beautiful,

I'm not beautiful.

And I know I'm ugly.

This fake smile is really fake,

This heart is really broke,

That needle prove I'm fat,

I wonder why I'm crying,

I guess it has been reason why people leave,

No need to go back and forth for me,

I leave alone and I'm used to it,

Dont pay attention on me,

Cause I'm not even worth it.

I'm slow.

That "oh, she is stupid" looks burst infront of me,

I'm not heartless,

Im just a pretenders,

Im everything as losers,

Im nothing .

Im worthless.

I know .

But i tried to convince myself, it's not right.

I hate mirror.

It tells me right in front of my face , "you are ugly".

It tells me right in front of my face, "you're face".

It tells me reason why .....he...let's just forget about it.

friends dont take care of my heart okay?

when strangers talk about it,

it's true.

because strangers doesnt know have to be aware of other sensitivity.

Friends are saying things so no one get hurts.

Truth is hurt.

Reality is pain.

Faking is agonizing.