Starving in my Skin, by Nightshade Subscribe to rss feed for Nightshade

Who are you to say I'm fat?
Who are you to judge that?
I am perfect, they say its true,
just not when I'm around you.

You make me sad with your words of false,
you burn me with your dumb lip gloss,
your cruel words hurt me so,
your highness let's trade blows.

You act like a queen,
who are you to judge me?
I'm perfect and beautiful,
you're a bitch,
it's true. 

Because you hurt me,
I think it's true,
I'm fat and ugly,
but so are you.

My weight loss program,
doesn't work,
I'm starving in my skin, your highness.
Posted: 2013-09-21 13:45:09 UTC

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2013-10-20 05:04:02stsorrowscribe
Love it absolutely love it