Constantly people tell me how to live
They have a perfect image of me in their minds
Constantly I am criticized and told how to live
I am told that I have to do it this way
That any other way is stupid
I try to reach their ideal image, but it keeps changing
Like the seasons
I am told that I am pretty
But then I am told how ugly I am
I am told that I am smart
But then I am told how much smarter I should be
Constantly I am upheld and bragged about
Am I really worth that much?
My self-worth is so low that
It is below sea level
I doubt myself
I am drowning in all of my self-doubt
And I can’t get help
Constantly I am drowning in the visions of what people see me as
And I will never be.