The Diary of the Butterfly

Get in Hell

Get in Hell

I have to be out in the world and I don't understand,

Why can't anyone lend a helping hand?

Do they not see my hands?

Can they not tell that I have it bad?

I'm literally dying before them but they don't care,

As long as I lose the few pounds that they said I should shed and style my hair.

Humanity is disgusting and somebody needs to show them up,

How is it that I'm less important because I have a little bit of gut?

My face is round not slender and as such I deserve to be treated like a peasant in these modern times.

My body is mine but I don't control how it grows or where it goes,

And how it looks shouldn't determine how important I am.

Sometimes I wish I could cut all the fat off and walk around with my bones hanging because that's the only way I'd be considered "banging".

I don't want this to be my life forever,

I wonder if I pray for death this time it will find its way to me sooner.

This life is worse than death itself,

So, I guess happiness is something I'll get in hell.

TionaH🦋