Jail of Fat.

by babblingxbrooke   Jul 9, 2009


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.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Nobody

    I really liked it i liked tge analogy very orignal 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    No one can know the heart of another or what they feel daily.
    Your poem was full of sadness.But what one see's as a prison another may see a castle
    Well done