[Bodey]

you're right, i hate the mirror, it's so sad what i do
the worst thing is to meet your own eye and decide that it's true
everything negative that i ever thought of myself
speaks more honesty than any word i've said out of my mouth
and i cant get rid of it, where's this anxiety's derivative
any pain i have doesnt ever feel legitimate, it's ridiculous
always accompanied by guilt, cuz maybe i'm just a pussy
i'm now functioning on pills that disguise this ungrateful little pussy
as someone who's got their shit together, someone who's in control
someone who's only gotten better with hiding shit in their soul
thank you for the non-addictive prescriptions, sobriety's graduation gift
now i can go back to spouting fiction since my imagination's bliss