She calls me fat.
She says I do nothing about it,
like how I do nothing about the pimples on my face.
She tells me I'm worthless,
that I do nothing to help.
And in a fit of rage sometimes,
when dresses don't fit,
she calls me ugly and useless.
I especially hate it when she compares me to my friends.
You look like an aunt around them,
their all skinny and your the only fat one.
I pretend like those words don't bother me,
I normally don't care.
But when someone close to me says these words,
they feel like a thousands knifes piercing my heart,
my skin.
I know I'm fat, that I'm ugly.
I'm trying to do something about it.
She tells me she says these things to encourage me to become skinny again.
But they just pierce my soul.
Mother,
I love you,
I really do,
but don't you see?
Your words are ripping me apart.
Piece by piece.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows
PoetryThis book contains a series of free verse poems that I hope you guys like! (Most of these don't sound like poems, so sorry about that but at the same time they are poems. You know what I mean?) ~~~~~ "Why hold on to the bad memories?" "Because wit...
