Screw the pig in the blanket
That's too plain
I'm the pig in the coverup
Covering up all her pain
Hiding from the world
In baggy clothes, size 18 jeans.
Listening to the insults,
Loud enough to make me scream
Afraid to eat any more,
For the scrutinizing eyes,
Their burning gaze
And poisonous lies
Trying not to hate myself.
Not to hate my thighs,
My stomach, my arms,
Not to hate my size.
In never works.
I hate myself when I hear
"Are you really going to eat that?"
I hate myself when it's said
"Wow, you've gotten fat!"
How about in stead of insults
That make me feel sick,
You realize I can't just change myself
With a stupid magic trick.
I am who I am,
It's time you accept that.
How you you like
To be the one laughed at?
YOU ARE READING
For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
