Lana

“If I get a little prettier could I be your baby?”

I hear it,
the song,
every time I look in the mirror.

When will I be pretty enough?
When will I be thin enough?

I still struggle with wanting to belong
To someone
Something
Somewhere

Why do I crave this acceptance?
Why do I cling to every person
Who takes a step
In my direction

I am just so tired now
Let sleep take me

And if I’m lucky
It won’t ever let me go