Isn't it peculiar

How we hate ourselves

And need to be ourselves

At the same time

Because if we don't

We're selling our souls for more than they're worth

But no ones buying anyways

At the same time

My persona wants to be his persona

But that would be copyright infringement

And I haven't eaten for two whole days

Because my stature wants to be her stature too

If I cut where no one else will see

Will that ensure that I don't stay me

I'll hide behind some makeup and cream

I'm always available for plastic surgery

And if I ever want to be you

All you have to do is call me a slit

Call me a fag, call me a whore

Show me I'm not pretty

Show me I'm not skinny like you

And I will never want to be you again

And isn't it peculiar

How we hate ourselves

And need to be ourselves at the same time