It started with a word, then it turned into two, three, four
It became so many more
She couldn't keep up
Fat, Ugly, Slut, and a Pig
But she would still smile and laugh at every name,
And her bright blue eyes would shine the same
Once at home she learned to cry,
Learn cry so silently that her mother wouldn't speak a word of question
As she herself began believed every name
Fat? Yeah, probably I am kinda pudgy
Ugly? They're right you know my face is always greasy
Slut? I was talking to another guy but we never did anything
Pig.. I'm a slob, I eat too much, I am a Pig
Her bright blue eyes no longer shined the same
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dark Places
De TodoThe corner of your mind no one wants, in this book it is expressed in poetry, short stories, drawings(maybe), and any other way that the dark places of our mind that society ignores can be explained. This is not trying to fetishize these things, it...
