And tonight will be the night remembered as the time I let me get the best of me, I let my memory replay every little word you should have said. I let my passed creep back into me, the shadow of depression consumed me. I looked in the mirror and seen nothing that society wanted to see. I am not tall nor skinny. My hair is not blonde my skin is not perfect. Put away your razor blade, it only numbs the pain. Put down the pills they do not fill the void. Hold my head up, fix my makeup and paste the smile they love to see. Please do not let me get the best of me. I am my own worst enemy. Suppress the passed, push it all back, choke it out before it chokes me. Swallow the doubt, stare fear in the face be the person I think I cannot replace, mold myself into who I am not who they want, for their wants are ever changing and life's to precious a thing to waste. Pretty girl keep your head up, fix your makeup, and paste the smile they love to see, do not let me get the best of me. I am my own worst enemy.