Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
kerry-mosesPoems
I have always been a big girl A “strong build” girl A “fluffy” girl And nothing’s wrong with that. Right? Wrong. There’s always something Wrong. From my hair down to my toes. So I take control, Try to take control But it ends up controlling me Yanking me down into the Depths of I’m so fat and Are you sure you want to eat that? I hide it, Hide it good But it’s too heavy for me now Some don’t understand, Won’t try to see how it’s not my fault Won’t forgive me when I beg for Forgiveness Won’t believe me when I say I Won’t do it again Refuses to have faith in me, To believe me Just to feel sorry for me Like they can say I’m bad Or lose on self- control And beg me to promise against suicide When they have a plan broiling in their mind I’ve tried and I’ve failed Over and over But for you I still try As you turn your back And avert your eyes I try But it wins And I make my way towards the looming door To return an ounce lighter Thinner It wins And I sink to the floor Cold, alone Trying to tell myself I am beautiful Yet deep down I know I’m not
0
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
I've Always Been THAT Girl
I have always been a big girl A “strong build” girl A “fluffy” girl And nothing’s wrong with that. Right? Wrong. There’s always something Wrong. From my hair down to my toes. So I take control, Try to take control But it ends up controlling me Yanking me down into the Depths of I’m so fat and Are you sure you want to eat that? I hide it, Hide it good But it’s too heavy for me now Some don’t understand, Won’t try to see how it’s not my fault Won’t forgive me when I beg for Forgiveness Won’t believe me when I say I Won’t do it again Refuses to have faith in me, To believe me Just to feel sorry for me Like they can say I’m bad Or lose on self- control And beg me to promise against suicide When they have a plan broiling in their mind I’ve tried and I’ve failed Over and over But for you I still try As you turn your back And avert your eyes I try But it wins And I make my way towards the looming door To return an ounce lighter Thinner It wins And I sink to the floor Cold, alone Trying to tell myself I am beautiful Yet deep down I know I’m not
Written by
kerry-moses
American
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem