Jail of Fat.

Don't tell me you know how I feel,
When you're not trapped in this body of mine.
I'm trapped in a sea of fat,
In my own jail cell for committing a crime.

I envy those who walk around,
With perfection in their veins.
Something they were given,
And for a lifetime I've been trying to obtain.

Don't tell me you know how I feel,
When you have no fat cells to your name.
To hide underneath your clothes,
Because all you feel is shame.

I long to be the flame on the candle,
That burns to melt away the wax.
To help free myself from,
This cruel jail made of fat.