Tuesday, July 12, 2016

A WAR WITH THE SCALE

im imperfect, i am flawed 
my feet are hurt, i should have crawled 
i wasn't enough, i didn't amount
I tried my best, it didn't count
no matter how many tears i shed 
or how many nights I went hungry to bed 
i couldn't mask the truth, 
I couldn’t make me new

little girls are broken down
no one ever helps us out
little girls are me and I 
little feelings make me cry

I have been cut in half
I have been crumpled up
I wish I wasnt THAT 
I wish I measured up

The scale wont tell me 
the scale doesn't see 
how much this stupid scale 

has been a burden for thee

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