I'm sorry for being a failure,
I'm sorry for being me,
I'm sorry for not reaching your expectations,
I'm just not what you want me to be.
Yes I know that I'm fat,
And I know that I'm big.
I know I'm ugly,
And I look like a pig.
There's no need to remind me,
every second of the day.
Every time I walk into a room they say,
"Can you just go away?"
I'm sorry I don't look like you,
I'm sorry I'm not skinny,
I'm sorry I don't fit the family image,
And I'm sorry I'm not pretty.
I'm sorry I take up so much space,
You should just pick up the knife,
Cut off all of my fat,
And tell me I'm just a waste of a human life.
There's no need to wast your time,
Giving me speeches about my looks.
Thinking it's gonna do any good,
By giving me those self help books.
I didn't ask to be brought into this world,
And I didn't mean to come out broken.
I'm sorry I disappointed you,
And I'm sorry I'm not the perfect token.
I know, I know, I'm never gonna get married,
And no ones ever gonna want me.
I'm never gonna have children
I'm just a skinny girl wannabe.
And that's all I'm ever gonna be right?
A skinny girl wannabe.
I'm never gonna get a job,
Because no one can stand the sight of me.
No one wants the fat girl to work for them,
Because shes gonna be to busy eating.
It's not like she has actual skills,
It's just her flaws their going to be seeing.
And flaws are flaws,
They exist everywhere.
But when it comes to her,
All people can do is stare.
All she ever wanted was to be beautiful,
To be considered normal.
But every time she would look at her reflection,
She would see something paranormal.
All those stretch marks,
And all those rolls,
Keep adding to her resume,
For a job with the tortured souls.
It's not fair when she goes out with her friends,
Because while they're filling up their apple pie order,
She's sitting on the side,
Struggling with an eating disorder.
One second she would starve,
The next she would binge.
Every time she would pass by a mirror,
She would cringe.
And the body she got stuck with,
Will never be good enough.
For who is trying to please?
Oh wait, that question's a little rough.
See, the person she is trying to please,
Is barely a person at all.
This being is made up of words,
That will lead to her downfall.
This being created by words,
Is who haunts her every night.
He will not go away,
He will not go without a fight.
And the words that he feeds on,
You say them all the time,
"For beauty is pain"
But that's where I draw the line.
- Kamar Naanouh
