I wanna...

I wanna...

I wanna lot of things.

I wanna be able to look in the mirror and smile.

I wanna be able to see myself and actually think I’m pretty.

I wanna feel pretty... just once.

I wanna guy to actually see me for who I am and not just the fat exterior.

I wanna true friend, who would give me confidence when I needed some and would let be borrow their shoulder when I was upset or hurt.

I wanna know that if I died tomorrow, that I would be missed.

I wanna take back the scars.

I wanna lot of things, but when will these things ever become needs?