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It's 8 o'clock in the morning And I still thinking about the warning That I got while I was eating At buffet where they are seeking Someone like a silly and to bully And I was the perfect choice for that As there was nothing in me but fat And now here I am, sitting and crying In the bathroom tearing and dying, Of the pain that's a feeling and a dealing With this kind of self-appealing There they come, with a smile on their faces, With a knife and cigarettes Scratching and burning my skin to ashes What do i need this kinda treatment? Just because I got a belly and cheeks, Makes me the one to see these freaks?
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
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It's 8 o'clock in the morning And I still thinking about the warning That I got while I was eating At buffet where they are seeking Someone like a silly and to bully And I was the perfect choice for that As there was nothing in me but fat And now here I am, sitting and crying In the bathroom tearing and dying, Of the pain that's a feeling and a dealing With this kind of self-appealing There they come, with a smile on their faces, With a knife and cigarettes Scratching and burning my skin to ashes What do i need this kinda treatment? Just because I got a belly and cheeks, Makes me the one to see these freaks?
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
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