Somebody called me fat today
I didn't really care
Just pushed the thought far away
And insulted the girls hair
A few people called me fat today
It bugged me a little bit
But I looked them in the face
And said 'I can take a hit.'
My brother called me fat today
Now that's what really hurt
I stayed in my room the entire day
I threw out every mini skirt
A bunch of people called me fat today
I've never been this sad
I keep wondering to myself
'Do I really look that bad?'
Even my mom called me fat today
I've started to not eat
My hair has started falling away
I'm becoming weak
Nobody called me fat today
Nobody except me
Soon on my death bed I will lay
Skinny I will be
No one has called me fat for days
But I think it all the time
I continue weighing less and less
So I've told you in this rhyme
No one can call me fat today
I weigh only eighty pounds
In this coffin I do lay
Skinny, fragile, sound
JE LEEST
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PoëzieA collection of poetry ranging from depression, mental illness, eating disorders, finding love and other topics.
