The Numbers Starring Up at Me

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  The Numbers Starring Up at Me

Every morning I do the same
Every morning it ends in shame
I walk up to the master, of my domain
I stand upon him, and feel his reign
There it is, the number stares me in the face
The scale looks up at me and screams disgrace

My boobs I pull, they are too small, my ribs stick out way too much
Down I go I clutch and clutch
In the mirror my stomach I suck in
I wonder why I can’t be thin
I squeeze my but and push my thighs between my fingers
There it is my fat still lingers

Every time we have a fight I think its time to loose more weight
If I lost more weight, you could see, that I’m your soul mate
I’m not sure why when things go wrong I blame my thighs
I feel as though my fat leads to all my cries
I am ashamed of how I look; complements freak me out
I want to believe them but instead I pout

I don’t know who I am all I know is binge and purge
Until I find happiness inside I can never merge
I want to be myself, but I’m too depressed
I can never be thin enough, as though I am obsessed
Beauty is described as tall, and thin
As if a size five is such a sin

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