I poke my pudgy belly
As I stare at the mirror.
People tell me that I'm skinny
Yet I cannot see it
Maybe I'm blind too
And that's another thing to add
To my already never ending list of faults.
From my chubby belly
To my bulging eyes.
From the farmers tan
To my fat thighs.
How can anyone love
A creature as terribly ugly as I?
People tell me beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Yet, how can one find love if no one will spare me a
glance.
I'm getting rather out of hand
My pudgy belly seems to expand
With every breath I take
Maybe air should be on the list of things that I shouldn't
eat.
Along with breakfast, dinner and everything in-between.
I'm a lost case without a cause.
And that's why everyone turns their back on me without a
pause.
Rewinding it back
On the matter in mind.
It's quite simple
Yet not at all divine.
I simply despise myself,
Is it hard to imagine?
No
Because I'm such an ugly creature
That even I hate my own face, my own haven.
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