I know something's wrong
So I try to lose myself in song
It starts when I compare
My shape to the one over there
And I sit and despair
Whenever I hear someone's size
I look and memorize
So later I can beat myself up
For not looking like that in someone's eyes
I hate clothes shopping
Because my clothes are never in the front half of the rack
At home I always end up crying
When I got sick
And my stomach ached
They said to just make myself puke
I froze
I got scared
Because if I did, and I learned how
Who knows how many times
I would use that knowledge
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I know something's wrong
So I try to lose myself in song
It starts when I compare
My shape to the one over there
And I sit and despair
Whenever I hear someone's size
I look and memorize
So later I can beat myself up
For not looking like that in someone's eyes
I hate clothes shopping
Because my clothes are never in the front half of the rack
At home I always end up crying
When I got sick
And my stomach ached
They said to just make myself puke
I froze
I got scared
Because if I did, and I learned how
Who knows how many times
I would use that knowledge
In this poem are some potentially triggering topics. If you are sensitive to that kind of thing, please don't read.