Counting Steps

Hypothetical Hypocrites

    I don't think I'll ever get over it
The scratching, knacking voices of hypothetical hypocrites
The slacking opinions that make me go sacking
The reason in school why I can't stop slacking
A screeching violin that never stops racking

Lose some weight
You already ate
Your size is the reason you hate

Your chest isn't flat
You won't pass in that
Go back to bed ASAP

Confidential

are my feelings,
because even to me they don't sound that appealing
One thought in my mind then it all starts reeling
I think it's about time that I get some healing

But it's not time for bed
I can't rest my head
Instead of being awake I'd rather be dead

Running reminds me of the elliptical
You're a teen who hates their body? Typical
The thoughts that I think now are cynical

"You don't look like a boy with that face"
Trying to pass as male is like losing in a race

"You'll never be a boy", you say
"There has to be another way"
Is there, really?
I would love there to be
Just like how I would love to quite criticizing me

I'm carrying too much weight from my head to my feet
Maybe I'll lose a few kilos if I, again, try to pee

Or instead I'll stay

laying in bed wasting the day away

Listening to the scratching, knacking voices of hypothetical hypocrites.