words from a broken soul

Face

The face is how we visually express
Yet what happens when its nothing
But an act to make people happy
All my life I've hid behind a mask
And acted as if I was happy
When I was silently suffering
My face it always looks dead
Or angry these no in between

But there's a reason for that
I don't see a point in showing
An act just to be approachable
I'm antisocial for fucks sake
If I don't know you I'm not gonna talk
And if I do expect one word answers
There's this thing called being presentable
You say that as if I'm about to give a lecture

I hate that the world just cares about
How one looks and how people
Are always broken down for being big
But I'm sorry for them Because size don't
Mean shit to me it's the personality
That you should be after not looks
But this shitty country wants you
To be focused on the looks of others

The amount of times I've been told
I need to eat more or need more meat
On my bones pisses me off care about
Yourself not me just because I'm twig
Doesn't mean you have the right to tell
Me how I should look and the same
Is true for all the bigger people out there
They deserve to be happy with their body
Like I am but there's always someone

Who thinks they know better because
Their fit sorry buster but big people can
Be happy the way they are and pretty
Sure nobody asked for your two cents
Just because your big or twig or in between
Doesn't mean you need to listen to the
High beauty standards of the world
If your happy with the way you look
You've already won in my book
And even if you're not happy with your size

Someone is gonna see you as wine
From the 1900's just because you see
Yourself as the cheapest beer doesn't
Mean someone else won't see how
Beautiful you truly are and this is
Coming from a person who got called
A holocaust victim which to this day
Best fucking insult used against me
But that besides the point ignore the
Opinions of the people who think
That you have a toxic relationship with food
Or that your to lazy to lose weight

Those people are insecure because
The world has taught them you have
To look like a Greek statue to be seen
As beautiful but truth is beauty is always
In the eye of the beholder so someone
Out there in the world might see you
And be stricken because of how
Beautiful you are you may not believe me
And I don't blame you get put down so much
You start to accept those harsh words as
The truth but those words aren't the truth