I wonder if it's wrong to think that I'm not good enough When everyone says that I'm creative and kind And my days don't seem that rough I wonder if everyone thinks like me and hates the way they look But still puts on a fake smile Whose only peace is in a book I wonder If people are faking, faking their love for me But then I wonder if the hate Is something I can only see I wonder if my thoughts, about myself are lies And no-one else sees me As ugly, immature, and over-sized I wonder If i’ll ever stop thinking this way And if i finally manage to stop how long will it stay? I wonder, and that's the problem Because I wonder way too much Maybe if i don't, the voice will just go away but i'm afraid it will never stop