Broken
How can you say that I don't even care
about the way that I look and the clothes that I wear
With the way that you look at me
saying I'm fat
and ugly
and heartless
and all of that crap
I've always tried hard not to let it show
that the words that you say to me hurt like a blow
to the stomach, the face, to the backside, at that
And the way that you push me down on that mat with the media
where all the skeletons dance
their ribs are all showing
they wear size zero pants
I'm just not like them, why can't you see?
but I know in my heart
that you can't accept me
as I am; I have to be perfect, you know
But I'm overweight, and my skin is like snow.
I wish you could see me
you know, way down deep
I have a heart made of gold
only you make it weep
and you've made it cold
and what good is that?
You've frozen it over and
you've made it crack down the middle
Now it is broken in two
And you wonder why I rebel against you.
Copyright © Brooke Knox | Year Posted 2009
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