What I Am
Every day is the same to me
Comments about my weight you see
I struggle to lose but my spoon wont move from my sweet embrace
Every step I take lands me falling flat on my face
People look at me and laugh
The boys I fall in love with avoid me like I have staph
Hitting college I thought there would be a change
I thought wrong as I got looks as if I was strange
Theres no way to say it other than, "This is me."
Im a human being can't you see?
I may not be skinny,
but the donut I stole from you while you were being distracted and reading this makes me witty.
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