Go For It.
I know how i'm sen in other people's eyes.
Some whisper and probably call me super-sized.
I'm sorry that I love McDonald's fries and, sure, I'll have a peice of that fresh, homeade pie.
Am I annoying you with my size?
I mean, I may be fat, but I'm perfect in my eyes.
I know I'm flawless.
Say what you want.
I know I'm flawless.
Go on and taunt.
I'm absolutely flawless.
Who cares what you want?
This poem is about:
Me