Fat and bloated like a waterlogged corps
Fake laughs turning my voice hoarse
Making it harder to converse
Being trapped in this never ending curse
With eyes too sad
And permanent scolds that make me too mad
Oh how I miss the innocence I once had
Biting chapped lips that curse
I'm not sure what's worse
Being sexualized
By lusting eyes
That mentally rape
My gapless thighs
Or over flowing breasts
That heave with every heavy sigh
Or the way I dehumanize myself
For the food I eat
The shoes I put on my feet
How my thighs meet
How my tummy pokes when I take a seat
The clothes I won't wear
The way strangers stare
The way my nervous fingers tug at my hair
It's just not fair
Seeing perfect people
With pretty hair
With a confident flare
I watch
With eyes too sad
And permanent scolds that make me too mad
Oh how I miss the innocence I once had
Biting chapped lips that curse
Fat and bloated like a waterlogged corps
Fake laughs turning my voice hoarse
Making it harder to converse
Being trapped in this never ending curse
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
