The feeling of loneliness I must contend,
The knowing that the stares are those of despise.
Every bite is scrutinized by disapproving eyes,
Making me feel guilty for eating to stay alive.

They look upon me as an outcast,
A freak to make fun of when ever they like,
They don't see the hurt in my eyes.
Saying I should only be let out at night.

I am no different than the next person,
I have feelings the same as you.
Just because I am different,
Doesn't mean I don't want love to.

If only I was skinny,
And all my clothes fitted me skin tight.
I would sway down the high street,
Instead of waiting for the dead of night.

Persecuted because I was born different,
A few extra pounds here and there.
I know what people are thinking,
She's eating in public! How dose she dare.?

Sheila.