Abject dejection in your own sickening reflection as you fire back comic deflections to someone’s genuine affection.
Be afraid of the genuine because it’s a circle you aren’t in
Writing of love and positivity, while still longing to be thin, to be in a world that rejected you
That to be accepted by you claim you never wanted to
Anyway how many ways can you throw it all away
Every shred of evidence it was in that place you should’ve stayed
Wait with baited breath for them all to find out the rest
So well hidden
Parts of you so starkly forbidden from expression in a desperate attempt to impress them
They will know you and after all this time
Go through life as your show
All the world’s a stage and everything you say just like lines from a play
Can’t lie if you don’t
Can’t write shit if
You don’t try shit
How many times are you gonna rhyme shit?
Ah, fucking forget it.