Often, I've wished someone liked me.

I've wished someone would want to be with me,

I've wished that they would care.

But I know I'd never be able to like them back.

I know no one would ever want to deal with me.

And I know no one could care, because I don't even care about myself.

Sometimes, I think that people might think I look nice.

But I look in the mirror and it tells me a different story,

one of asymmetry and ugliness and flabby stomachs and a million other awful horrible things.

Often, I've tried to like myself.

I've wished I would want to be in my skin.

I've wished I would care.

But I know I can't.