A True Poem About Myself

I sit here Weekend after weekend Doing nothing Because I'm to shy too go out I feel like I ant skinny enough I feel like I ant pretty enough Nor do I have a fake tan My hair is a mess when I wake My socks never have mates My clothing style is a little to country So instead of going out I sit here Listening to Sad You tube Videos Over and Over again Trying to get the will power To say forget it and go out But ever time I head for that door I always shake I just walk away And just Say Forget it