I´m not...

Not Perfect

Perfect I am not, nor will I ever be.
I don't know why people like me, I'm just being me.

I never get things done, I never get it right.
My life a constant battle, in which I loose the fight.

I see people living happy, showing a lot of pride.
Wanting to be like that, I begin to cry and hide.

Everyone seems so happy, wonderful and free.
For I will never be perfect like that, because I am only me.

What You Eat

Well if you ever had a steak.
And turned into a cow.
Then had yourself some bacon.
And turned into a sow.

You look into the mirror.
And ask yourself ... how?

The answer is as easy.
As you suffer fat defeat.
You are who you are.
And you are what you eat!

Ana's Last Night

Lying here hungry ...
My whole body in pain ...
Should probably eat something ...
But I feel to ashamed ...

Starting to shiver now ...
Beginning to shake ...
God how I love this ...
How my body just aches ...

Got up for some cold water ...
Then to take a cold shower ...
Remind myself that soon ...
I'll be a delicate flower ...

Did 3 hours exercise ...
But I must do some more ...
Still got one pound to loose ...
Like the pound I lost before ...

Whoa, got a dizzy head rush ...
Colors dancing all around me ...
Like little tiny faerie angels ...
Wanting to set me free ...

Oh wow, I'm floating with them ...
Going high up in the sky ...
I finally made it! ...
To the thinness that is I ...

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