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Mixed up always on my mind

When will I be perfect in time?

No one's always by my side

In crowd, I always want to hide


If I get big, they will bully me

If I get thin, they will also bully me

I have no place to go,

Where people would love me too


With my presence I gave,

I always seem to disturb people

Things I am not maybe capable,

In my self, I don't really believe


People always notice the prettiest

Just trying hard with my best

To compete with the rest

To see if I can win at least


I always lose the world's game

To win that people called fame

It's really a shame,

Myself I always blame


I can't cope up with society

I wanna change parts of my body

Because if I can get any pretty

Maybe I will be worthy