Sheets

My hair's light brown to match my eyes and I bought weights to fix arms and thighs

Backwards photos just to pinpoint all the things that I do not like

Still on bad days, can't turn sideways, sheets I would hang on my bed frame

Started as tears, then turned to rage, bittersweet acceptance, I didn't deserve this

Ah, ah, ah

Because I clean them often, white soft cotton, fold the sides in, never fallen

Forced to care and put my all in, I just wanna drift like pollen

Not hating flaws, I'm hating truth, clenching my jaw, reflecting you

Keep them clean, line up the seams, yeah, numerous hundred-count sheets