Eating makes me feel
I'm fat,
every time I eat something I want to
throw up.
I look in the mirror I see another me.
A Person, a stranger, a monster,
a person full of confusion inside,
not being able to tell what I want.
A person
that's fat in the inside,
skinny on the outside.
A person, a stranger, a monster,
a stranger I
don't want to meet,
to scared to see my body die.
As days pass, i see the
darkest come by,
that day my body cannot go on.
A person, a stranger, a monster,
I can hear the monster call me,
telling me your fat,
look at those big tights, at fatty
chicks.
I try to ignore the monster, but it
follows me the whole time.