Hell
They have always called me fat
They have always called me ugly
Yet
They honestly don't know
That they are putting me through
Hell
You know the place
Where those who were bad
where meant to be
Hell
Is my life
Hell
Is what my life mainly consists of
Hell
I hate my life
But yet I honor it
It allows me to be who I am
Today
Hell is what I've been put through
Copyright © Summer Uchacz | Year Posted 2011
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