Each morsel
Is another blow
To my self esteem.
Every word you speak
To me
Kills my happiness
Because those words-
Fat
Lazy
Unmotivated
Disorganized-
They hurt
I can't stand them
Coming from your mouth
Anyone but you
Is this what you want?
To force a bad self image into me?
Do we really need more
Angst ridden,
Depressed,
Eating disorder baring
Teens?
Because that's what your gonna get.
If you keep pushing.
If you keep hurting.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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