Thursday, July 28, 2016

The Weighting Game, by Amory McKeever




Spent four long years
living in my locker
hiding away
from a Letterman stalker

The things they said
cut me so deep
It was a miracle
that I didn't bleed

If this is my skin
why does it make me sick
How can I fit in
when it's so damn thick

No club I could join
with other people like me
Forever alone
the biggest fish in the sea

A punchline walking
the focus of their jokes
No matter what I said
it's like I never spoke

If this is my skin
why does it make me sick
How can I fit in
when it's so damn thick

Sadie Hawkins dance
might as well be the moon
No one asked me go
Limos don't have the room

Or that's what they say
just before the laughter
that same old torture
carried on the day after

If this is my skin
why does it make me sick
How can I fit in
when it's so damn thick

Welcome to the future
It's been years since then
I guess I'm stronger now
Than I've ever been

Is it because I survived
or because I got thin
That nothing gets to me
not even love gets in

If this is my skin
why does it make me sick
How can I fit in
when it's so damn thick

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