Family Name

I've had a hard time,

With my reflection.

You think I don't suit it,

But I think I'm broken.

The fingerprint smudge,

On the family portrait,

But I guess someone has to be,

The disappointment.

Poor life choices,

And lying through my teeth,

'Cause I could never let you know,

That I can't afford to eat.

I know exactly what I looks like,

I've just wasted 20 years,

But I can still make you proud of me.

I was just a kid.

I knew no different.

I remember,

The splinter on the wooden door,

Of my old bed room.

Surrounded by so many like it,

But still completely different.

But you don't look at life like me,

I never see just another face,

I'm obsessed with their stories,

And memories.

But I admit,

I wish I knew just how to change.

I'm sick of feeling,

So fucking ashamed in my own skin.