Rating

I feel as though I'm always depressed,

more than most of the rest.

I feel my heart beating out of my chest.

The anxiety feels debilitating.

All I feel is self hating.

Zero out of five is my self rating.

"You're beautiful," they all say.

All I think is, "There's no way."

Maybe I'll believe them someday.

Inside my head, I hear the hail.

As I hear it, I bite my nails.

I'm standing on the bathroom scale.

I wish I could just love myself.

My hatred leaning towards myself,

I clear my shelf,

Of the pictures of my fat.

I can't even make myself chat.

My life is as boring as a cat's.