You know,
Sometimes I wish I was a girl,
Because maybe I wouldn't have gotten away with it.
I sit in health class,
In between the prom queen,
And the girl un-seen.
They are pointed out as
Weakness. Vulnerable to
This…destruction.
But not me.
Because I’m not supposed
To have low self esteem.
I’m supposed to be strong,
Never cry.
Always be in control
In charge.
Complete.
But I’m not.
I wasn’t.
Never have and never will be.
So yes, I guess you can say it was easy.
Easy in the fact that I never got caught.
Because who would put two and two together
Until it was too late?
That’s right.
No one.
Not even the couch when he would pat me over the back
Congratulating me on losing the last 3 pounds to be in
Lightweights.
Now?
I’m just dead weight.
I’m just dead weight.
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