I am from a picture perfect world
Where everyone has to be a certain size
Where children are growing up to realize
That their size is not acceptable
That they must change how they look
To fit in.
I am from my own world
Where your body type does not depend on what is inside
Who are you to point out my flaws
But that is only what people see
The ones who saw through your confidence and self-esteem
And hearing the words out their mouth
Like sharp darts to the heart
in pain and bleeding...
But no one hears you screaming.
I am from a world of survivors
Pushing through pain as if to stay sane
Praying to a God I know is there
Giving Him all I have
The weight of my depression and suicidal thoughts
lifted off my weak back.