whens the screams die down
and the fighting stops
i slam my door shut
and slide down to the flor with a
plop.
the music is now blaring
to drown out my sobs
as the tears race down
drop, drop, drop.
my breathing is now even
my screams have left me
and i stand in front of my mirror
to see the dull, hideous reflection of me
and wonder how nobodys sees
the disgusting fat person that god has made me.
