Eighteen

Unmotivated, lonesome, idiot Curled up on her bed Playing the safest role A victim of her thoughts Digging the deepest hole Unsatisfied, lonesome, idiot A critic of herself Begging for attention Counting calories Making her own restrictions Unloved, lonesome, idiot Scenarios on her head Seeking for perfect nothing Thinking too much ahead There she got nothing Beloved, satisfied and motivated the supposed to be, when she stop playing, begging and seeking