this body.
Im so fat
people stare in disgust.
It doesn't matter how smart I am
or the fact that I have been told I was the greatest lover.
See,
I want to go.
I want to run!
Loose all this weight,
and have the perfect body.
Lumps on my stomach
to show I did a thousand sit-ups.
I want to woo the girls
with my stellar muscles,
and live up to my male expectations.
I wanna fix it.
I wanna fix me.
Because if love depends on it,
simply said,
i wanna be loved.
But no one does.
because I'm fat
I never wanted this,
but asthma took it's toll.
I used to be,
so skinny.
But,
good things don't last I guess.
I don't understand
why my body determines my love life.
Like, really?
I wanna fix my body.
I want to be able to take off my shirt with pride,
revealing every muscular detail,
but I can't.
"fat" gets in the way.
Pretty girls,
tell me.
Why can't I be?
Tell me
what is truly wrong with me.
I'm not even that big,
but I do have a bit of a belly.
I get so upset,
when rejection is key
due to my size plea.
I can't do this.
I wanna be loved.
But I wanna fix
this fatal flaw.
Love me?
For me?
please?