walkin' through school with one goal in mind
get past everyone
I dont want them to see me.
Make fun,
spam me with ugly emails.
I hate the way I look enough,
my face isn't exactly handsome,
my body is not in shape,
and I do not have a six pack.
Girls look away,
as if they are trying to avoid disease.
My heart breaks further.
I wish
people would love me for me
I feel so ugly,
I just wish someone would tell me I'm not
I still wait...
There isn't a feeling quite like envy.
I envy those guys
stretched all over their bae,
having the time of his life,
while I sit back,
looking to my side
to see no one there
Life *****,
so do people
Will they ever change?
And love me
*for who I am inside?

This is for people who are "overweight"
___________
Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
*twice*
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I  look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
_____
No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******.
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like

her beauty
captures my heart
the most beautiful part
is not her body
but her smile.
Not her curves,
but her spirit.
She is perfect.
Everything about her is.
Sometimes,
it is not the makeup that shows beauty,
but the spirit and the will to keep going.
Her beauty captivates me.
Her soul gives me rest.
It is not about what she has,
not her *******
not her ***
not her hips
but her laugh,
her smile,
her thoughts.
I love her
*I do

they expect you
to take the pain
They expect you
not to care about injustice
They want you
to accept blood
They want you to let them hit you,
and take it "like a man"
But they don't want you
to fight back
When we cry,
"shush child"
"shut the **** up, boy"
I hate those people.
I hate the parents
who hit their children
For fun.
Punishment is one thing,
cruelty is another.
So,
Shush, father
*you had this coming.