twisted perspective

If you saw me walking down the street,
I wonder what you would think.
I look just like any old fat woman,
at walmart searching through the racks.
Thats my twisted perspective,
For all I know, you do not see me at all,
no more significant, than a fly on the wall.

If you saw me riding along the road,
I wonder what you would think.
Just a stranger with her fat ass hanging off the seat.
Can you see the sweat rolling off my stink,
as I pedal and haul my groceries for the week.
Thats my twisted perspective, for all I know I'm just a blur,
like the number painted on a sign:
POPULATION: 3,395,709.

You see in the end
it does not matter what you think.
With my twisted perspective,
I see you in me.
Just another number with nowhere to go
A fly on the wall with nothing to see.