...My Self Image...

i look at the image and what do i see,            

something blank right in front of me,

my self-doubt,my ugly portrait face,

i hate the way i look, my heart goes out of pace,

with never having a relationship, it makes my body ache,

As i look in the mirror,wondering when its finally going to break,

I cry everyday thinking how much can this go on,

I dont think my heart can take another love song,

my body is tormented with scratches and scars,

not like the pretty girls you see at the bars,

just a kiss on the cheek is probably all ill get,

you wont see anybody near me with my hand on their chest,

no one with me side by side with our pinkys crossed,

no that wont happen ill always be lost.