I used to cut arms away
I used to cry at night...

I can feel it in your words
Though they're only on a screen...

Dear Santa,
Hello it's me...

She stares at those magazines
With the girls and their tiny waists...

These days have been so very strange
I'm not sure what to think...

What person wouldn't give
To have but just one look...

Global warming ruined Christmas
With its stupid ozone depletion...

Try and explain it to me
I do not understand...

I'm sick of all the pressure
The constant want to scream...

Everyone has layers
And that's including me...

My heart aches
My eyes burn...

I look around me and want to cry
As I pass all the staring eyes...