toss and turn, every single night, just begging for my body to be calm,
but it never happens.
i run for endless hours over miles of un-even pavement, sweating, panting, choking;
i eat small amounts, s k i p a meal here and there,
but i'll never be skinny.
i pile hair products all over my stingy hair, and smear make-up all over my barbaric face,
but i'm never pretty.
i jump up and down, using every ounce of energy i have to kiss the stars,
but i always trip over my uncoordinated feet.
i try over and over to fix my broken parts, and turn myself into something admirable,
but nobody would ever notice.
i scream at the top of my lungs for a better tomorrow, with tears pouring down my
but no one can hear me.
i try to be sincere and caring, just aching to keep a friendship alive,
but everyone continues to leave.
i try so hard to please every single soul i come in contact with,
but nobody is ever pleased.
i'm fed up with trying.