killashank666

I always wanted to be someone else. Someone pretty and someone nice.   Someone who could make decent conversation, Someone who could always break the ice. I was sick of being myself And I wanted to take another's place. I wanted to change everything about myself, My clothes, my hair, my face. I'd never been the most gorgeous And I never quite fit in. And I wasn't always as friendly As I know I could have been. I always compared myself to others. So high they set the bar. But when you dislike yourself too much You lose sight of who you are. So I kept on pulling through And even though the discouragement would increase, I lear