The demons are on replay today
Circling through my mind.
I’m trying to tell them they’re not telling the truth
Yet somehow, it’s hard to find
The words to say back to them
As they batter me inside
One glimpse at a mirror is all they need
To crush my soul and pride.
You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re worthless
As though my appearance is the epitome
Of my future destiny
As though it matters how I look.
I try to be strong, to fight their throng,
of never ending bashes,
yet sometimes I am prone to crashes,
where tears fall from my lashes
and I feel as though I’ve been reduced to ashes.
But I must fight, I must continue on.
For an ending isn’t the solution.
No matter how much I want to curl up in a ball
And hide from all
I can’t be small, I must stand tall.
You’re not a burden, you’re a human,
With so much more to you than looks and appearance.
So fight the urge to restrict
This is the real Laura’s edict.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
The demons are on replay today
Circling through my mind.
I’m trying to tell them they’re not telling the truth
Yet somehow, it’s hard to find
The words to say back to them
As they batter me inside
One glimpse at a mirror is all they need
To crush my soul and pride.
You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re worthless
As though my appearance is the epitome
Of my future destiny
As though it matters how I look.
I try to be strong, to fight their throng,
of never ending bashes,
yet sometimes I am prone to crashes,
where tears fall from my lashes
and I feel as though I’ve been reduced to ashes.
But I must fight, I must continue on.
For an ending isn’t the solution.
No matter how much I want to curl up in a ball
And hide from all
I can’t be small, I must stand tall.
You’re not a burden, you’re a human,
With so much more to you than looks and appearance.
So fight the urge to restrict
This is the real Laura’s edict.
