#4-6-2016

A few bites into breakfast And I’ve got syrup in my hair ((I’m sorry..)) But you don’t seem to care Two seconds into my ice cream And it’s fallen onto my shirt Yet you don’t seem to mind I hate how I’m about as clean as a three year old But you look at me with eyes Like you couldn’t love me more And I don’t understand why I hate the way I am I hate how messy I am How dirty my face looks When I wash it so many times a day I hate how my hair is when I don’t straighten it And when I do, I still think it could be better But you look at me like that doesn’t matter I’m messy, Scruffy, And far from clean But you look at me and smile sweetly As if you don’t see the mess of me.