I am in a in a box, everyone looking, and nobody seeing.
I hide my pain behind bright blue eyes.
Waiting, waiting for someone to realize that I am broken.
FAT, FAT, FAT!!!!
That word rings in my ears.
It’s everywhere I go, it’s everything I hear.
“Such a pretty face,” they say, “Such a pretty smile.”
But behind their each and every word, is the one kills my smile.
They mock my fears, and they laugh at my tears.
And then they call it a joke.
They despise my dreams, and encourage my terrors.
Do they hope that I will die?
I lay awake at night wondering.
Would they miss me if I died?
Would my friends?
No, they’d be glad.
My family?
No they wouldn’t be sad.
Would God miss my soul on his earth?
Would he forgive me my sins?
Would he weep for the child he lost?
Sometimes I wonder.
They try to tell me what to feel.
Venom lies behind their words.
Each one poisonous, killing me ever so slowly.
For I am in am in a box, everyone looking, and nobody seeing.
I hide my pain behind bright blue eyes.
Waiting, waiting for someone to realize that I am broken
