I'm not a f**ken b*t*h,
You always call me that,
You always call me names,
Especially that I'm fat.
It hurts me inside,
Deep down inside my heart,
Although I don't show it,
It breaks my heart apart.
A kindergarten teacher,
Is what I want to be,
But "You're too nasty,"
Is what you told me.
That really hurt my feelings Mum,
One more point for you,
I'm thinking of suicide,
All credit rests on you.
"I still pick my friends over you,"
As the song goes,
You read it backwards,
And it was him that you chose.
My shoulders not there,
Don't bother trying to see,
Our friendship died,
And it wasn't because of me.
I sit on my bed,
And feel all hollow,
Criticizing words,
That are hard to just swallow.
But I know I'll get through this,
As I have done before,
Even though I've been hurt,
Right down to the core.
I'll make a new life,
With a fresh new start,
I'll one day be mended,
Same with my heart.
But hey, what's this?
The light's shining brighter,
Just gotta remember that,
"I am a fighter."
I was 17 when I wrote this, please comment I appreciate it :)
