One, Two...

Everyone hates you..

Three, Four...

You are such a whore..

Five, six...

You up for some free sex?

Seven, eight...

OMG! Look at your weight..

Nine, Ten...

The amount of food you eat is enough, to feed an army of men..

This is what I hear every week, day and every fucking minute...

Why do people need to have that much hate?

What did I do to lose their respect?

I too have feelings... Don't they get it..?

Ten, Nine...

Yes, I'm fine..

Eight, Seven...

I feel as if I'm in heaven..

Six, Five...

I'm not that naive..

Four, Three...

I have no emotions, I'm still as a tree..

Two, One...

Being me, is a lot of fun..

I don't even know why I'm lying to myself...

I know I'm not okay.. I know being me isn't really fun..

But lying obviously makes me believe that what I said was true, right?

Still, I don't know why I tell them I'm fine when I'm nothing but okay.. When I'm nothing but happy..

But no one born without a purpose... Guess I still have to find what I have in me....

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Shorter poem, I know...

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Lots of love...

Vinu💖💖