Skinny
Skinny girlsare all i see
and i always think:
i hate me
I hate my legs
so gross and thick
I smile pretty
but it's a trick
Behind doors
i shed the lies
showing instead
what i harbor inside
A broken heart
A poisoned soul
A hateful self
who's on a roll.
By: Liz Prosser
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