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.