UNCOMFORTABLE IN MY SKIN

Why do I hate myself, I'm Tired of being this way, Loathing myself for being me, Uncomfortable in my skin.

I'm not too fond of the way I smile, The look of a wicked witch from afar, Scaring away those I like, Uncomfortable in my skin.

I really am tired, Of putting on this fake smile, Tired of being a clown, Uncomfortable in my skin.

They all seem happy, How I long for that feeling, Or maybe it will never be, Uncomfortable in my skin.

I wish I could love myself, Like they seem to love themselves, But it's hard to see my worth, Uncomfortable in my skin.

Maybe one day I'll find peace, And learn to love the person I see, Until then I'll keep trying, To be comfortable in my skin.