Who can I be?
I have never been skinny
so why should I be now?
Should I be?
Is it me?
You disown me from who I am based off of my weight.
Maybe its best for us,
for me to leave
I don't mind the roazor against my skin.
Do you?
I love the feel of the blood running down warm on my cold arms
Would you still love me?
This poem is about:
Me