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Give me my body
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My Mirror Image They say the camera adds a few (hundred) pounds
look in from the side, I'm still looking straight down
no matter which direction, I can't see the real me
I'm hidden by layers which just won't let me free
can't lose it, can't kill it, can't just run away
in every reflection, I see myself sway
not sassy, not happy, not even just pleased
Images of pretty girls leave me so teased
Appalled, disgusted, alone in my hate
they don't see what I see, I see my fate
to live long and divided in what leaves me sad
with thoughts and longing of dreams I can't have
They say that with time, the puppy fat fades
How long will it take? Years or decades?
Just give me the body which I can deal with
finally then (perhaps) I can live.
