"You're beautiful!" They say
But all I see are flaws
As I'm trapped in the jaws of self hatred
Amidst others who feel the same way
But refuse to show it

Welcome to the Land of the Lost
As I like to call it
It is easy enough to scrawl with a marker
On a bathroom stall
Or on pavement with chalk

"You're not alone,"
Is whispered in my ear as I constantly fear
Rejection and disappointment
Anxious of strangers and asking for favors
Knowing fair well that I'm not.

Does that help?
Knowing that thousands experience as I do
With no one to run to
Should it??

Lost in the land of pain
And silence
I wait
For it to get better
I've been told it does
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Gone.