Hidden along the lines
I don't find myself pretty
I don't find myself at all.

I just need to be missed
Disappearance is something I really want.

I don't know if I'm crazy
but nobody really seems to care
I isolate myself.

2 paths to take
Which one would I walk along?
There is no true self.

Someone is always commenting
on my looks
This makes me regret life
There is no true self.

But why do they care?
This IS my life isn't it?
Maybe I do have hope
Because this is my true self.

This poem is told for you and many others reading that your true self is always what you should put yourself in. Don't let anyone discourage you!

© lizzy