Just Another Book

Identity

I'm my body weight.

My appearance is my only trait.

I'm not defined by what I do.

Even though people say it's not true,

But their hypocrisy is see through,

I'm defined by my BMI.

I'm defined by rumours,

My sole source of humour.

I'm not defined by what I do,

I'm defined by what other people assume I do.

I'm defined by who other people assume I do.

I'm not a human with emotions.

My brain is not a roller coaster of the echoes of their notions.

I'm not the girl who got her heart broken,

By the girl who was her first love.

I'm not the boy who cried over his broken toy,

Because it was much more than a source of joy.

I'm not the woman who works three jobs,

And returns to bickering of nosy snobs.

I'm not the man who can cook top notch food,

I'm not the man who gardens

and knows flowers by their latin names.

I'm a manly man with macho hobbies

Who drinks his beer and smokes his doobies.

I'm not just a meat suit stuffed with broken dreams.

Seasoned with judgemental oil and

Topped with disappointment cream.

I'm just my body weight.

I'm the skinny bitch,

Parading around in the body of an evil witch.

I'm the scary giant,

With chubby little cheeks,

And of date repealer I reek.

I'm not what I do.

I'm just your perception of what you want to believe is true.