Weight a Minute

We arrived at a desolate stage Where a number other than age Defines who we are and what we mean And ruins our mood, previously serene Whether it is too high or too low Mentioning it deals a heavy blow Because people’s mindless talk and chatter Renders us slaves to this silly matter Regardless how much we love ourselves Another’s rudeness, in us, delves Plunging us in a state of depression Which brings us back to the matter in question Who cares how much, on the scales, you weight? Do they even know how much, this, you hate? Some people gain it out of nothing While others crave it above everything But it’s as if it’s the greatest sin And people start just butting in Blurting rude comments under the guise of care While all they want is to compare They know that this is what brings you down And they’ll parade it all around But they know not – or maybe they do How much their words are hurting you But the truth is and has always been Regardless of the body you’re in What truly matters is your wonderful soul And who says otherwise is just an a**hole!