I'm fat and ugly and no one cares. They treat me like I'm not even there. I wither away slowly and no one sees. No one knows how hurt I really can be. So why do I try? Would anyone even care if I died? Who will listen, who can tell, that I'm not happy as I put out? Everyone thinks nothing could be wrong because I come off as oh so strong. I'm chipping away, I'm breaking down. Will anyone turn around? Who will rescue this damaged soul and help me be as loved as I am told? I'm fat and ugly and no one cares. Does anyone notice I'm still here?