i know that im not beautiful
the way i want to be
my nose is to big,my toes are to fat
i know...i dont love me

i know that im not happy
the way that i should be
for now the scars adorn my wrist
i know.....i dont love me

i know that im not worthy
to go to heaven see?
because i am a lier 
to who i lie is me

i know that im not good enough
to see thee clear nights sky
and yet i stil pick out a star..
that i alone call mine

i know that people dont like my poems
and yet i know they see
they see whats gone on in my head....
they know i dont love me