How do I tell every one,
Exactly how I feel?
why should I have to explain,
Why I don't want to eat my meals?
I look in the mirror,
And this is what I see!
An over weight girl that dam ugly.
This is me.
Every one tells me I look beautiful.
How dare the speak such lies.
I know what I realy look like.
I look at my self with my own eyes.
I slowly stop eating,
Hoping to lose weight.
But everytime I look in the mirror.
Im stil as fat n overweight.
I realise after a few months,
My body is very weak.
My cloths are bagy,
And my face is peak.
I look in the mirror,
And stil the same,
Im stil fat and ugly,
So I continue my foolish game.
Not ever realising,
That im now dying inside.
As I continue to think,
Im large and wide.
magazines do this too young grils they make them feel like they need to change to be excpetd and happy.
Comments
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i love this poem it brings a very good point but a scary point.
It makes you feel scared over the power of words can have that effect one a persons live.
Well done I have really enjoyed this poem. I would not change any thing about the poem
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