Fat.

Hiding underneath the bag like clothes,
Everything's covered; fingers and toes.
Destroy the confidence held within,
Causing insomnia with thoughts of thin.
Bodies. Yours is such a mess,
How you feel, you won't confess.
I can see you breaking into pieces,
Pretending to laugh, forcing creases.
It's all lie, you feel naive,
Each word spoken you still believe.
Make you conscious and hide your skin,
You feel as though you belong in the bin.
Judging yourself in the mirrors reflection,
Trying to find every single correction.
Words convinced you that you're fat,
Sadly it can't be done at that.
The words are spinning around your mind,
Because the past cannot be left behind.