Sometimes I stay in a box in my head,
And I begin to cry.
I stop to think and wonder why.
Why wasn't I invited to the exclusive club of flat tummies?
If only I were skinny.
The girls give names that stick,
The boys are being pricks.
I wouldn't have to deal with this
If only I were skinny.
I know I'm witty,
But I don't feel pretty
In this oversized body of mine.
I'm full of sass,
But I'm the joke of the class.
If only I were skinny.
I mull about
In my self-doubt,
Trying my hardest not to pout.
They can't find out.
If only I were skinny.
The girls who are sporty
Look down their noses
As if I am insignificant trash.
I truly believe I am beautiful on the inside,
I just wish my outside would match.
If only I were skinny.
I could lay in bed
And not have these thoughts constantly in my head
If only I were skinny.
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Inside My Head At 3am
PoesiaPoems about my personal experiences with coping with anxiety and depression, living with social anxiety, encounters with eating disorders, dealing with regret, and being a teenage girl with romantic feelings. ***CONTAINS TRIGGERS***
