That LookA Poem by CashTheWriterLike aren’t you fat enough? Your stomach looks mighty rough. That look kills me inside. Takes away all of my pride. I may even commit suicide. But I don’t know because it’s
really hard to decide… Between life and death. I feel as though I’m smoking meth,
when I fantasize about being small also a little tall. God made me this way for a reason. I just hope I can change for next
season. Summer, boy is it gonna be a
bummer. Swimming? Ha! Yeah whatever! Me in a bathing suit? NEVER! But really its whatever, it’s been
this way forever why would I have a problem with it now. How sweet the sound… My music
blasting in my ears soothes my soul… and slowly the problem floats away.. Then BOOM sneaks back up on me as
soon as that last note play. Nothing left to say… but hey
tomorrow’s another day. Not so great, another day of this
pain but like always I’m gonna keep my cool… shake it off, then go to school. © 2011 CashTheWriterFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 AuthorCashTheWriterN/A, PAAboutMy life is hetic ,yet interesting. I write poetry and stories. They make me feel good. Follow @ImCash !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.cre.. more..Writing
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