You're horrible.
You're hanging around in my room,
Observing the worst sides of me.
Making me wish I never ate last night's dinner,
Only to slim down a little.
But you're honest,
Brutally honest.
I push to accept myself,
To improve,
But there you go again,
Making me feel like I'll never get there.
You show the same results,
Over and over,
Am I not looking any better?
All the clothes fit,
Scale's going down,
But you're not budging,
Am I not looking any better?
You're horrible.
And so you hang around in my room,
Observing the worst sides of me,
The ones I can't afford to change.
YOU ARE READING
Curls
PoetryA beautiful mess just put together for the world to see. Fathia Abdi Expresses In this poetry book the things she dealt with throughout her life. This amazing collection of poetry brings every teenager close to home and allows them to feel valuable...
