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You think I'm awesome,
But I'm not.
You say I'm hot,
But I think not.
You say all of these things...
But they don't make up for me...

I'm nothing that you want me to be.
I want nothing more than to just be me.
And all of these things
You just let them be.
But all of these things,
They just aren't me.

I see your face when I go out.
You give me a hug,
And say out loud
“You're awesome”
“You're adorable...”
But really, if we take a look.
What exactly am I?
What exactly am I?

I've heard all of these things before.
It's time I settled the score...

I'm nothing that you want me to be.
I want nothing more than to just be me.
And all of these things
You just let them be.
But all of these things,
They just aren't me.

I wish I could see with your eyes,
See the person that is...
Beautiful
Cute
Hot
Adorable
Loveable...

But all I have are these eyes.
Eyes that don't see
Me for what I am.
Eyes that don't see
Me for me.
Even if I try,
All I see are lies.

The answers are this:
I'm not okay.
I'm not smart.
I'm not hot.
I'm not adorable.
I'm not cute.
I'm not awesome.
I'm.
Not.
Okay.

So...
Won't you please save me
From myself?