I talk too much
I speak too loud
My stupid round face
My stupid round stomach

My stupid tongue
Not making my words right
My teeth are stained
And crooked

My stupid head
Not thinking things through
My stupid eyes
Lazy and ugly

My stupid legs,
Not fitting through the crowd
My stupid hips
Getting stuck in things

My stupid stretch marks
Making me look like a zebra
My stupid *******
Not fitting in anything

Why am I always

Ugly
Fat
Clumsy
Loud

But worst of all,
I'm always looking
Through my stained mirror

Why am I not Happy?
I live a good life.
Good Friends,
Good family,

Good everything.

I'm not hungry
I'm not worrying about my medicine
I have a roof over my head.

But why am I not happy then?

Is it because of that whispering thought
Your friends think your annoying
Your parents are tired of you
You're ugly.

And you feel even sadder.

But then that other voice pipes in.
What are you doing!?
Why are you feeling so sorry for yourself?!

And you become guilty

What are you doing?!
You have a house and clothes
Food and medicine
Stop moping around!

And you feel even worse

You start aching
When you walk
And when you breath

And you become tired.

And soon, crying is every day
You can't tell anyone
And soon you feel the worst part
Of this vicious *****

Now you're alone.

What's that they're calling me?

Monster?

Freak?

Yes, I am
I accept it
More than ever now.
More than ever before.

Monster?

Freak?

My anger is not a poison.
It is my fuel
To go and kick back at life,
When life pushes me down.

My anger is not poison,
It is fuel.

To claw and kick and rage forward
Because I know
If I stop
I die

My anger is not poison,
It is my fuel

Whoever says that anger makes you evil
Or Anger makes you dark.
Then I guess
I'm the villain in this story

My anger isn't poison,
It is my fuel.

Like a great steam train,
A fire lies inside me.
Burning like Hell itself
To keep me going.

Because if I stop
Even once
I die