[b][u]Is It Because- (2 A.M. Poems)[/u][/b]
Is it because
my hair is all ruffled and messy
and unkempt?

Is it because
my body doesn’t curve like it should
and instead just rolls?

Is it because
I don’t act like a lady
and instead like something in between?

Is it because
I’m not happy with myself
and for some reason feel the need to voice it?

Is it because
my mouth doesn’t have a filter
and lets loose obnoxious and rude comments?

Is it because
I tend to look at the world
like it’s the most disgusting thing?

Is it because
my leg can’t help but bounce
and my hands can’t help but fidget?

Is it because
I’m not as perfect as the other ones
or as cute or as funny or as nice or as sweet?

Is it because
I’m no good
I’m useless
I’m ugly
I’m fat
I’m disgusting
I’m mean
I’m annoying
I’m obnoxious
I’m me
and me isn’t what I want to be anymore.