One Day
“You look like you have some muscle”
he says as he grabs my thigh;
“Jeez you’re heavy”
he says as he picks me up high;
“that’ll go right to your hips”
she says as I eat some chips.
After all these things
you can criticize,
I look in the mirror
and all I can see
are the tears in my eyes
from your harsh words
that do nothing
but make me want to die.
But one day I woke up
to the bright blue sky,
and thought to myself
those were all a bunch of lies
from people who can only hide
when wearing their disguise.
You only say things to people
who you know you can hurt
because you’re able to hide
under your big t-shirt
with no worry;
but just remember
karma is a b
and you’ll one day see
all the things you said to me.
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