Shambles
My life is in shambles
Through the smiles and the rambles
It all slips though my fingers
I can't hold it yet it lingers
To torture and to taunt
My mind seems to flaunt
All that I am not
In the pit of my stomach it will rot
As I fear all I am now
Who I'll become and how
Little me would be so sad
To see how I am bruised broken and mad
I crave attention
But deny it at the mention
Not skinny
Not pretty
Please won't somebody love me
Is that too much to ask for
I know I'm a bore
Everyone expected something more
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