Its so hard to be perfect.
Every day thinking why I'm not good enough wishing I was better.
Everyday so hard and tough feeling that I was always fat.
Felling that I would not fit in and I would not win.
Wishing I was better did not make me feel less fat.
Always wishing I was thinner made me not eat dinner.
Having so much stress made me feel a lot less.
Making me thinner and thinner.
My life was hard which made me put up my guard.
Always fighting always crying would not fix me.
No one cared which made me not care.
Always writing made me feel like lighting.
Only writing new how I felt.
I felt like it was my time which made me climb.
Till I reached the heavens doors.
This is a place I knew I could be the person I wanted to