My sorrow isn't just a story no a tale,
It a journey because I live through it every day.
My insecurities, my shame, my depression,
Roots from a journey called fat boy.
My mind still screams fat boy,
even though I'm no longer fat boy.
Fat boy is still there,
telling me "maybe you shouldn't eat that",
"Don't you wanna look like that guy",
"Be thinner, Don't eat today".
Counting and calculating calories and carb,
No wonder I'm good at math,
Because its every day as a fat boy.
Staring into the mirror thinking we should cut and paste,
Then crying in the shower because I'm disgusting,
Fat boy is all I see.
Someone save me from the journey of the fat boy,
Because I'm sick, sick of counting,
Sick of seeing flaws, sick of being me.
Fat boy will always be part of me,
Maybe that's all I'll ever be.