“Why do you even like me?” I look at myself and wonder Why do you even like me? The girl who self harms Who barely eats The girl who hides her pain What do you see in that? I don’t get how people genuinely like me Is it my laugh? But I’m annoyed by that My smile? My voice? But I don’t get what you’d see in those Or maybe I’m just too blind To see me in your eyes But I don’t think I’ll ever see your view So, What do you see? Why do you even like me?