A million selfish miseries suddenly slap my reflection,
The pressure on self-image is fucked in every way,
Judgement is strictly paving my future direction,
Every time his eyes meet mine it's another price to pay,

No I cannot sleep well at night, my mind's a
merry-go-round,
The problems of my friends and I are considered petty
complaints,
When the colours seem okay and my feet are back on the
ground,
I'm interrogated for opinions and applied spoken
restraints,

I hate who I've become,
And how I must appear,
I hate myself entirely,
But past this 'teenage angst',
Is just a little girl,
And I've lost the definition of me,

A violently draining pile of increasing work to be done,
Is painting sarcasm over what was once personality,
Now getting stoned and drunk is our only form of fun,
Or throwing comebacks back and forth cruelly thoughtlessly,

When did high-school relationships become so intensely
deep?
Humiliation is the unspoken word that causes blank alarm,
'Empty ditzes' are hiding in cubicles to weep,
Under every twentieth jumper there are cuts all up an arm,

I hate this society,
And what's happening to the world,
I hate myself entirely,
And past these made-up eyes,
Is just a lonely heart,
I've lost the definition of me