I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
tremendous thoughts
Could it be?
my face warps.
this person isnt me
this depiction is reality
I see fat but I seem small
living life is a chore
thighs, thick
Stomach, rolls
these tremendous thoughts
are fatality
that prescription pills become candy
I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
a hand reaches out
and says "follow me"
yes-sir-ree
I step over
and follow thee
this depiction is reality
I see light but it's dark
I lost myself ,
I am gone
these tremendous thoughts
have disappeared
one last breath
that is it.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
tremendous thoughts
Could it be?
my face warps.
this person isnt me
this depiction is reality
I see fat but I seem small
living life is a chore
thighs, thick
Stomach, rolls
these tremendous thoughts
are fatality
that prescription pills become candy
I stare at glass
as it stares back at me
a hand reaches out
and says "follow me"
yes-sir-ree
I step over
and follow thee
this depiction is reality
I see light but it's dark
I lost myself ,
I am gone
these tremendous thoughts
have disappeared
one last breath
that is it.
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