Huddled in a corner,
Mistaken for my pen,
With all my layers,
That offence wont graze me,
Secrecy in darkness,
Devour my only delight,
You can call me a Pig,
But with all my layers,
I dont feel a thing,
Im alone in this world,
But food keeps me company,
Try to strike me down,
All my layers keep me safe,
Call me Fat and lazy,
A nobody, a waste of space,
Yes, I do hear you,
But it doesnt hurt as much,
Because this physical wall,
I have built with food,
Protects me from your words,
I eat more than a kings share,
But unlike you, I have a paupers love,
People dont offer comfort,
To the vile looking ones
Seen in your eyes as others see,
The fat-girl with no friends,
But with my layers of plenty,
I absorb the sorrow for another day,
Loneliness may get lonely,
But my obsession will keep,
In my blubber bubble I shall stay,
For in my wall I am safe,
Walk by the corner again,
And maybe one day someone,
Will see the girl in need,
Than the pig full of glee.
