I wish I could redraw
Maybe rearrange
The substance
Not being from he
That inhabits my body
For I that try's to be kind
Will never succeed
With this body of mine
One hundred and seventy-two
Pounds of fat
One hundred and seventy-three
Shades darker
One hundred and seventy-four
Horrid scars
One Thousand and Seventy-Five
Calories I can't eat
Or else this body will condemn I
With seventy-six pounds more
To push
mock
And hide
The kind personality of mine
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The Side Character
PoetryThese are poems, old and new. Hopefully people can relate and feel understood from reading
