(THE FAT BOYS NEVER GET COMPLIMENTED,
THE FAT BOYS DON'T GET CALLED CUTE, AND IF THEY DID, IT'S A LIE, YOU, WE, KNOW THIS
DON'T WE? DON'T WE? DON'T WE? DON'T W-)
i sat on my bed, it was three am. she was dead asleep by now. well, hopefully. i hope she didn't catch on, i hope nobody listened to my true feelings in my words.
(say this, ok?
i'm sick. i already ate. i'll eat it later. spit it out in the cup. spit it out in the napkin.
if we detox you, don't brush your teeth, it'll rot them right after. take a mint. use the brustle end; it's more effective.
you're a warrior, you're not going to be fat. i won't let that happen.)
i know it was wrong, i hear her voice in my head, her voice was soft, it was pretty. she wasn't mia. but mia cusses her out, mia takes over, mia doesn't think she's a good infulence.
(PEOPLE WHO EAT WHAT THEY WANT TURN FAT, WE KNOW THIS,
YOU'RE ALREADY THAT, I'M GOING TO CHANGE THAT, I'M MAKING YOU A BETTER YOU
I WOULDN'T SAY THIS IF I DIDN'T LOVE YOU.)
YOU ARE READING
RULES OF MIA
Poesía"baby boy, you're destroying yourself, when will you realize you're PERFECT?" (she feels pity she feels disgusted with you, i told you listen to me. i'll make you PRETTY. i'll make you HANDSOME and if she cannot realize that, oh well. she doesn't k...
