Damage to the heart,
You call me fat.
And say I have wings on my arms.
You laugh at me with them,
Your friends that can’t hold a two week job.
I work full time,
While trying to help others less fortunate,
But you call me lazy.
You call me fat.
When will this torture end?
You get the boys to laugh.
I laugh along but not without a tear falling down my eye.
Because you call me a nerd,
You call me lazy.
You call me fat.
And I don’t see the light at the tunnels end.
You say I’m a duckling
That has grey feathers
Because you call me ugly
You call me a nerd.
You call me lazy.
You call me fat.
Making me want to cry.
I try and not look down.
Even if I break inside.
Because I will not give the satisfaction,
To see me breaking.
Under your hand
Of betrayal and deception,
But when will this torture end?
When will it all end?
And when can I move on,
From the depression and anger and hate,
That surrounds you like a cloud.
