I miss the girl I was before.

She was proud and strong

but she was loud and wrong

but at least she knew who she was.

I miss the person I used to be.

with their frizzy hair and messy mascara

with their bright eyes and awful music

but at least their smile was genuine

I miss the boy I was.

With his fire-engine red hair and false confidence

the start of a completely new life,

so many things to learn,

so many mistakes to make

but at least he had something to look forward to.

If the girl I was saw who I had become

she would hate me with a burning passion

'cause I believe

that every day

there's a chance it could be my last.

I hate the person I've become.

A false sense of self,

doubting my reality and the people around me.

the dim light at the end of the tunnel

slowly fading

I hate the boy I've turned into.

Not being able to look in the mirror

without feeling my whole world shatter around me.

incapable of feeling pretty anymore,

incapable of feeling anything.

Slowly becoming

the person I promised I would never become.

constantly disappointing myself,

taking two steps backward with every step I take.

I can't be what they need,

If I'm not even enough for me.