Here I am with weak limbs,
That hang off my useless body.
I stare in the mirror,
And see someone who stares back at me, feeling fat and pointless.
My insides crave, but my mind tells me no
There is no reasonable answer to throw my body away like the others
When I can be the strongest, yet the most proud human being.
While others shove, and shove food into their grubby mouths,
I sit and watch in disgust.
I realize they are just wasting their time that they have been given
And I have taken the opportunity to strive for my priorities.
But now my body is feeling weak
And my mind has been controlling my life
And now it is too late
To be normal. Because normal isn't good enough for me anymore.
Auteur: -illusie- | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Robski | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 07 november 2002 | ||
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