Insecurities

I wish my heart could get as cold as the Grinch

Because I hate when my soft heart gets damaged

When I look at myself I see a curved spaghetti

No one could look at me and say I'm pretty

I just hate every inch of my body

My hands, my feet look like a deformed dolly

Who would want someone like me

A girl who can't help herself, who walks around on her knee

Can't cook or clean

Lays around like a log

Every day it's the same routine

Can't tell what I even feel

I'm robotic, I'm not real

You can pick on me

Because I won't say a thing

I'll laugh with you

And then go and cry me to sleep

I've been doing it all my life

Following what everyone wants me to be

You can add anything to my list

I'm too scared to even try to be me

I know I look weird

From my facial expressions to my eyes

To the holes in my head

I hate when anyone looks at me

Because I look like a penguin wobbling on concrete

I'm even insecure about my weight

One minute I look like a stick

Next, I look like a big fat steak

Sometimes I eat sometimes I don't

Whatever it takes to get to the size I want

I know I can't get the perfect shape

Because I'll never be straight

I have more insecurities than the amount of food I'll put on my plait