The Cheeseburger
A delicious taste
eaten with such a haste
"thow it up," my stomach says
No, it would make a mess
I feel the lump in my throat
the self hate making me choke
I fight to swallow it down
while being looked at with frowns
the anger creating a fire
meanwhile society is a liar
What a pity they say
she can't see the beauty in her day
She can't see she is pretty
that she is skinny
oh what a serious pity
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