Of what they would say

   I was afraid,

Of what he would say

Of what she would say

   I wanted love,

Anything but beauty he said

Anything but my own race she said

   I felt judged,

She's not skinny I said

She's not chubby I said

   Why do I feel this way?

Her legs are not smooth enough I said

Her laugh isn't good enough I said

   She deserves better

My thoughts never escape me

My thoughts seem to hate me

   A war within myself

Am I wrong?

Am I cursed?

I am my own swan song

I am my own hearse

   I am meant to be alone,

My smile is not worthy

My body is too hairy

My personality is unexciting

My love is dieing

   All because,

Of what she would say

Of what he would say.