The mirror is harsh,
It shows me the fat,
It shows me the zits,
It shows me my non-existant butt,
It shows me.

I don't like that me,
The me society has taught me is ugly,
The me who only craves to be loved,
The me that makes me cry,
The me that is me.

It makes me feel gross,
I don't like the figure,
I don't like the thighs,
I don't like the hideousness,
I don't like me.

I wanted to be judged differently,
By intelligence,
By morals,
By personality,
By /me/.

All they see is the skin,
The flab,
The sags,
The rolls,
The me.

But that me is not me,
It's just features,
Just a large organ,
Just the worse parts,
The grossness of me.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't change,
It's my body
It's my features,
It's my life,
It's me.
Don't ask me why I wrote this, idk...
-Rainbow