In the morning, glancing in the mirror
I love every curve of my features
But as the day progresses
I am brought down by them people

I wear this mask all day long, but then at night
tired from the strenuous pretending
I lie, revealing the melancholy
I've stuffed deep inside

Clenching my heart
I try to make the pain go away
Squeezing the fat on my abdomen
I try to mould myself in some way

I am tired of being criticised
I am tired of breathing just fine