life in the fast lane
or is life a fat-pain?
squirming to and fro
where am I to go?
slowly, moving somewhere
hoping for something
with someone
who will tolerate me
or maybe even love me
hold me fast
never to betray me
I am not fat
there’s just more to love
more to hold
more to cherish
one day will you look back
and wish you would have
chosen me?
or could I just be
totally
undesirable?
some, I can never have
say
I’m beautiful
so why don’t you see it too?
is this just life in the fat-pain?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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