all i see is the blood-stained sheet

and the bloody knife

all i want to see is that big black hole

or just your applause for me

too fat, you say, too pale

too short, touche, too tall

make up your mind; you're driving me crazy!

just who am i meant to be for you?

so i torture myself; i join a gym

but all i lose is a sense of self

so i cut myself, look in the mirror and ask,

"am i pretty enough now?"