One Thing

I could be good, I could be pretty

I could try harder to be great

I could be skinny, I could be rigid

I'd rather eat alone than wait



What's the one thing I could change

There's so much here I hate

When I'm all alone and picked apart

What difference can I make



I could be nice

I could be welcoming

And act more like a friend



I am constantly judging myself

On how I look

And everything I've said



What in the world am I doing

To stop me from looking in mirrors

You can't make me

What will it take

To accept and forgive

Because hating myself has become religious



I could be good, I could be pretty

I could try harder to be great