The Life of a Fat Asian Kid By Kenny Dao

The Life of a Fat Asian Kid starts out simple 

Be a kid, live life, and DON't pop that pimple

learn two languages to talk to family and friends

but only the lord know how this tale should end

while going to school, you realize there are troubles ahead

some troubles are so bad they make you wish you were dead

but when I lay in my bed, I want to cry out 

because no one else knows what my life is about.

they say mean things like "Yo, Sumo!" or "Chink"

having no idea thats already how I think

it blows my mind to such an extent

that calling me a sumo is a complement

its not at school where the bullying stops

at home, it starts with my mom and pops

they say mean things to encourage me to lose weight 

but they have no idea the monsters & demons they create

I avoid contact with my family because they treat me the same

even if I win the lottery they'll still think I am lame

but i love all of them to death even the way they treat me 

I put up my porcelain smile so they cannot see

that behind that smile is someone who is possessed 

by the monsters & demons that run around inside my chest

Now, I am not saying that I am depressed

it just feels like my soul is being compressed

into a shape that everyone wants me to fit 

Don't tell me to Shut up and don't tell me to sit.

I live my life to make others smile

in my mind, that's like walking a mile

from time to time my mind shuts down 

and it feels like my life is starting to drown 

but bringing someone else happiness is my therapy

So, My porcelain mask sticks and there it will be.