My image is going away.

All the times I felt pretty don’t happen anymore,

My feelings are turning to gray.

I just need one good day,

like the ones I’ve had before.

My image is going away.

I don’t think I’m okay.

I’m tired and class has become a total bore,

my feelings are turning to gray.

My mom says she wants me to stay,

but at times I don’t want to, therefore

my image is going away.

At times I feel like a stray

cat walking hopelessly across the nasty floor.

My feelings are turning to gray.

“You’re beautiful” my mom would say.

“Stop looking for more.”

My image is going away,

my feelings are turning to gray.