How Life is Sold

"Perfection’s in a bottle

Love’s in a cup

The Angel’s are the role model

It must always come back up

Can’t sit still, always on the run

Can’t cry out, gotta bite my tongue

No one understands, not even a loved one

I’ve seen too much but I’m still so young

Days and weeks and months have passed

But I’m still the same, wretched old me

The girls the guys ask to dance? Please, I’m the last

They could have any girl they wanted, they wouldn’t pick me

Can’t eat my feelings, I know it’s wrong

Can’t sleep at night, Instagram’s waiting

Can’t show emotion, they think I’m strong

Can’t look in the mirror, already know what I’m hating

Don’t tell me I’m fine, don’t tell me I’m pretty

Don’t offer your advice, you don’t understand

Don’t tell me you’re sorry, I don’t need your pity

Don’t say you love me, you misunderstand

You confuse love with the obligation

You don’t mean you care

Our problem is not communication

Nor is it my affair

Beauty is in inches and pounds

The less the number the better you are

Save your breath, don’t add to these sounds

I’m not beautiful, I can show you every scar

Oh, they’re pretty? I’m not so sure

They make me special? Oh that’s a lie

Oh, to be loved you have to be pure?

I’m alone, no wonder why

Perfection’s almost gone

Love’s almost empty

It’s almost dawn

And I’m turning twenty

One more bottle to the collection

Another cup dried up

Nothing I take helps my complexion

Just one more pushup

Holding on tight

Do you really mean it?

Trying to get it right

Does it not matter about my outfit?

But this is how my life is sold

No one can tell me differently

This is how the cards all fold

When all that's left is bigotry

Maybe one day I will believe

But for now, the disease settles in

Maybe one day I won’t have to wear a sleeve

All that matters now is being thin"

Written by Malin N. Hohenberger