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Monday, October 5, 2009

Far from sexy.

My thighs touch
My stomach hangs out like a belt distended and large
My chin does not exist.

This is who I am?
I am not ugly.
I am ugly.
I am not ugly.
But I am far from sexy.
So far from sexy
So far from being with someone without the titters of
Gasp, look
Look at that
Look at him.
What is that
So far from being with you, and not bringing you shame.

So not, so not something to be proud of .
So far from sexy.
I can live like this.
I can’t live with someone like this.
Too cruel, too sad, too humiliating
Seen with me.
Is that he, miserable ugly
Fat by beautiful.

I don’t want to be that person.


I hate myself.