I go to bed wishing I had someone to cuddle with, and wake up pushing everyone who cares about me away.
I spend days wearing cute floral dresses, acting adorably innocent, then get tattoos and piercings, shop lift and have sex on total impulse.
I freak out over the calories in gum, then binge on thousands of calories.
I have bubble baths to soothe my sore muscles, then I take a blade to my wrist.
I plan my future with a PhD, then think of ways I could kill myself.
I spend hours cleaning my room, then smash my mirror to bits.
I am sweet and caring, yet turn into a ruthless sarcastic bitch in a matter of seconds.
I hate being lonely, but refuse every invitation I get to be with people.
I talk about poetry like a queen, while using 'fuck' as punctuation.
I want to be myself and ignore what society thinks, but I have no idea who I am.
I love you and I hate you.
I want you, yet I hate wanting you.
I can't describe myself as I am a bunch of opposites.
As Fiona put it in Shrek The Musical;
"I'm a mess of contradictions in a dress"