You see, weight is too much,
The pounds are too much,
The scale says "enough"
But the numbers don't bluff. 
Below layers of fat
(Which really aren't there) 
That's where I hide,
In the body I wear. 
In all truth,
My body is not big,
But as a youth
I aim to be a "twig".
Perhaps it's a flaw,
A fault of my own,
Or maybe it's just
The path I've been shown. 
I hide behind numbers,
That of a scale.
Perhaps maybe one day
The obsession will fail. 


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