Love yourself and kill yourself
That’s where it’ll lead to
Hashtag love yourself
You look in the mirror and hate yourself
Deriving a meaning from your own existence
Can’t waive off the feeling of existential crisis
You love yourself, but hate yourself
I bet you wish you had a different body
So hashtag love yourself
Beauty’s subjective, but also objective
The pendulum swinging from accepting your body
Can’t waive off the feeling that pride is still ugly
Whether you’re skinny, obese, or a tranny
Your skin and your body will cease like the seasons
The judgement that’s coming is swift like an eagle
Your soul is exposed that you hid from the public
Selfie, help me
Find the picture I need
So I can get a heart
From the one whose stolen mine
Photoshop the blemishes
Walk me down the aisle
Hopefully they’ll message me
Despite my secret insecurity!
How many times must I tell myself
to love myself
to feel alive?

To feel alive?