
Because I am not skinny.
Because I don't have long and beautiful legs.
Because I don't have big boobies.
Because I don't have pretty eyes.
Because I don't have a small and sharp face.
Because I don't have a high nose bridge with a sharp nose.
Because I am imperfect.
Because I am never enough.
Because I am so far apart from your definition of "beautiful".
And I am so sick and tired.
I am so sick and tired of being killed inside again and again whenever any of these comes across my mind.

Perhaps that it is.
Even when I'm walking on a wire,
even when I set myself on fire,
why do I always feel invisible? Invisible.
Everyday I try to look my best,
even though inside I'm such a mess,
why do I always feel invisible? Invisible.
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