“She is so fat”
They said without the slightest bat
Of an eye.
They don’t care if it makes her cry.
They just want to feel power
Every second of every hour.
Tell me how you can live
With yourself knowing that you give
Her nightmares.
All the stares,
All the whispers,
They give her blisters
That can’t be healed
For she’s put up a shield
From the rest of the world.
As she lays curled
Up in her bed,
All these thoughts drifting through her head
Are slowly killing her,
And there is no cure
Because the wounds run too deep
For her to just sweep
Away every bad thought.
She is caught
In your web of lies,
So she wears a disguise
To make the world think
That she isn’t on the brink
Of death.
With every breath,
She inhales despair
Because no one can truly repair
The brokenness of her heart.
I hope you’re happy that you were a part
Because now she feels like an ugly rat
All just because you called her fat.
About the Creator
Michaela Martin
I’m an aspiring author who’d like to gain some more experience in the writing world before eventually publishing a novel.
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