My eyes staring empty upon my skin,
the scares are deeper than the ones within
I feel the pressure of having a pretty face,
but all I see is hate and disgrace

I try my best to look like Kate,
but I'm filling up with more and more hate
Hate for my body, it gives me complex
it all makes me feel I'm such a mess

“Perfect” is what I hear myself say
“Perfect” is what I think of every day
when I realize that I'm too fat,
that I'll never be able to sit in his lap

Every day I lose a part of my pride
when I run away, and try to hide
Hide from the mirror image I can see
I am scared, because I know it's me.