Not the Idea

We are given the idea through every possible median there is, but we are not given the real.

I’m just too fat,

And too ugly to boot

My hair is all wrong,

My chest is too small,l

Look at my hips,

They’re just too big!

I just don’t know what to do,

I must be this

But this makes me sad

I must do that

But that is not my thing

I hate parties and social things

I hate the drugs and violence

But everyone is doing it

So it just can’t be wrong can it?

Look at me!

I’m just not that attractive

Sandra has three guys

And not even a virgin

But when it’s about me

Well I must be a bit sluttier

Yesterday I went to the shop

I got a small shirt

and shorts that show it all

My heel are three inches

Cuz that's what i need to wear

Last night I puked

To get all the food

Out of my system

Cuz according to tv . . .

I’m just too fat,

And too ugly to boot

My hair is all wrong,

My chest is too small,

Look at my hips,

They’re just too big

I'm just not the ideal!

Reviews

This is so sad really, I like how you ended it by using the top stanza. Nicely written.