sure I may be smiling
 but inside i'm dying
 do you know i cry myself to sleep?
 staying up way too late.
 because I know i'm way too overweight.
 staying up to dry my tears. 
 barely pushing through my fears.
 do you care? do you see?
 or is all you see a happy face?
 with the brightest smile, wrapped up in lace.
 I seem normal, don't I. 
 You don't want the real me. 
 imperfection is all there is to see.
 so until I find the other side
 I'll just have to continue to do what I do now.
 Hide.
 behind the fears, behind the lies.
can you see it, when you look me in the eyes?
I hope not, the monster inside.
making me want to do what I do now.
Hide
Binging and purging
Is where I lay,
resting my head on the hard linoleum tiles.
I know it's no place for me,
but you get use to it in a while.
been there, still doing that,
all because what.
I'm fucking fat?
Of course.
It's the real me.
Can't you see?
I'm not perfect, nor are you or any other.
So as I lay and wonder,
How would you feel,
If you ever knew?
That I just want to make myself perfect for you.
So until I reach that time and goal,
Then I'll have you and I'll be whole.
I'll just have to stay inside 
and do what I do best
Hide.