Dead.

What am I becoming?

worthless
nothing
ugly

I hear that I'm beautiful,
I hear that I'm cute,
I hear that I have a great smile,
I hear that I'm pretty...
but that all fades so quick.

I'm becoming hideous.
My looks don't matter anymore.
All you can see when you look at me is ugly.
hate
anger
frustration
self loathing
depression
emptiness
All you see is a monster.

The way that I feel,
the way that I am...

I'm dead on the inside,
and it shows.