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I sit there 

Listening to it all again

How many times will he call me fat?

What difference does it even make?

I never was

He just said it all the time

And made me believe it was true

This is my story.

I was actually slim 

But the abuse just never stopped

It started to become true

This is my story.

Now all I hear from my dad is 'fat ass'

But it was my brother who started it all

I say 'you don't think how your words affect people'

But he just laughs it off

Noone understands

At least I don't think they do

But many people suffer

Not the way that I do

I begin to feel sad 

Realising other have it worse

And mine doesn't really matter

People are taking their lives

But I contemplate whether I should

I know I shouldn't....

But these questions fill my mind:

What if it doesn't work?

What if it gets worse?

That will start some chatter.

This is truth of how I really feel

And sometimes it is so much more

This is my story and it is true

I feel like I'm fighting in a war.

This battle is with myself

I shouldn't care what others say

But I do and I've really tried to change

I care about what I weigh

This is my story.