"No, Raphael, Stop!"
My Mom said
"Don't eat that, Raphael!"
My Dad yelled
My life has been like that
Because of this quality I have
Disliked by my friends, my family
And it isn't just about my flab
I love chocolate—who doesn't?
Both white and dark—I ate a lot
Then my hands were suddenly sweet
It was chocolate, oh my bad!
I never forgot the time
When we had spaghetti
Topped with tomato sauce
My hair changed so brutally
They made me ate once
An edible orange root
Carrots, they called it
That turned both my legs into
Gladly nothing was permanent
It would be such direful
But this led them to hate me more
And that is not cool
Despite all of these
I really love myself
Even though they don't
I won't stop loving myself
I don't need anybody to
I just simply need me alone
I trust nobody else
I can probably live on my own
©PeculiarPat34
A/N: Don't eat too much! Advance Merry Christmas, everyone! ⛄❄🎁🎄
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