Don't look at me,
I'm not pretty enough right now,
I can stun everyone with my simplicity,
But you're so calm and perfect,
I don't even know how to compete.

Things that didn't bother me a week ago are popping up,
My eyes are too far apart,
My nose is too big but also too small,
And the skin on the top of my cheeks is too red or too freckled,
Don't even get me started on the rest of my body.

It's been so many years since these vain questions,
Have made me think I'm not good enough,
Maybe since you were last around,
The really scary question is,
What if I'm only using this to distract me,
From the million other ways I don't deserve you?
Or maybe that you don't deserve me?

Originally Written: Early 2008.