Misunderstood
You say I lie I clearly can't remember
Everyone forgets about me in December
Friends quickly turn into enemies toward me
No one seems to be talking about anything but me
In a cruel way nothing but hidden laughs
Starring in a cracked mirror frowning at my calves
Magazines and tv everywhere it's thrown at me
If only they could see what I see
I preferred recess resting my head on the field alone
Watching the athletes run along flaunting their toned figures
Not a single muscle lies on my finger
I gaze in awe yet jealous gloom of what could've been
Instead of being so focused on being thin
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