I look in the mirror
And see a lowlife
With ugly brown eyes
And frizzy brown hair

I see an ugly thing
That breathes
And talks in many voices
Who only feels wanted when needed

I see lonely brown eyes
Longing to be needed
That look like a ghost town
That want to be looked into
And be reassured I'm not ugly
Pathetic
A loser
But I don't have that
Because I'm not sure that anyone could do that
Just for me
To me

I see empty pools of chocolate
They don't contain emotion

On my boring, average lips
The words "help me" are painted
But noone would bother looking at me
Not even a glance

Underneath my frizzy hair,
Is a brain
A brain nobody tests
Because I'm not worth it

I see a mirror
I see a lowlife
I see a loser
I see a fraud
I see me