I wish that I was Paris,
Rihanna or Britney,
Then people wouldn't pass me by,
They'd stop to look at me.
If only I was pretty,
then I truly would be free,
And wouldn't only feel some love,
When it got took from me.
I made myself be sick today,
And all those bad thoughts went away,
No longer did I feel so fat,
It wasn't nice to feel like that.
So why is it, I still can't be,
Like the girls in books and on TV,
If I lost just a few more pounds,
My life would have more ups than downs.
But now I cannot see so good,
My body has betrayed,
A life I just wanted to live,
But sadly threw away.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 9:07 AM UTC
I wish that I was Paris,
Rihanna or Britney,
Then people wouldn't pass me by,
They'd stop to look at me.
If only I was pretty,
then I truly would be free,
And wouldn't only feel some love,
When it got took from me.
I made myself be sick today,
And all those bad thoughts went away,
No longer did I feel so fat,
It wasn't nice to feel like that.
So why is it, I still can't be,
Like the girls in books and on TV,
If I lost just a few more pounds,
My life would have more ups than downs.
But now I cannot see so good,
My body has betrayed,
A life I just wanted to live,
But sadly threw away.
©A Thomas Hawkins 2010
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