I have posted this as a self involved poem. Not everyone needs to be told how they are or how they look. Those that feel the need to put others down, do so out of their own insecurities.
Just Beneath
Your words cut deeper than coldest steel.
Do you a have clue how ugly I feel?
Underneath this fat is a beating heart,
A person inside who is falling apart.
You pushed me away too many times,
Hurt me deeply, crossed too many lines.
I don’t fit in with your self obsessed life,
I damned for everything - causing strife.
If only we were all as perfect as you!
The things you do and words you spew.
So perfect in-fact no mirror can reflect,
How rude you are with your disrespect.
By Helen Stallard
June 7, 2014
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