Obsessed

Emotions running wild but not free

Keep them inside, so no one can see

Feeling so low, sometimes I want to die

But to scared to talk so I just lie

Pretend that everything is ok

Maybe I’ll feel better another day

But right now I just feel like crap

Will good thoughts ever come back?

Am I just dreaming will that day ever come

When I can feel free, and enjoy all the fun

Instead of locked up in my own little world

Where everything is at odd, and at war

Hating my body, my face, and my hair

Keenly aware that one else cares

So why am I so damned obsessed

About how I look, and how I am dressed

Think how I talk is stupid, I’m dressed like a fool

Trying my best to sound smart, and to look cool

I’m not quite successful, can’t seem to get it right

Even though I try, try with all my might

So for now I stay locked up in my prison

Hoping that time will have an affect on my vision

I just wait for now, wait for the day

When maybe I will like me, and think I’m ok

Suzy-Lynn Veenboer

June 13th, 2007