how am i supposed to decide   what is right for me   spent my time in front of the mirror   getting ready to impress someone i haven't met   and probably doesn't exist   starving ourselves to slip it in   cutting us all a little too deep   the passionless touch of a stranger does not comfort me   maybe i need something more but for now i'm content with less   am i wrong   is something broken   looks like all the confidence building rhetoric i was taught   never even made it through the halls of junior high   thanks mom thanks dad   i know you meant the best   but your little lie about the stork isn't doing me any good now   ripping apart to feel whole