Fatty

This is sort of what I go through every day.

Day after day I’m called fat.

Oh how I long to be flat.

I've been working hard.

I have been cutting non stop leaving my skin scarred.

But still you say I'm fat.

Don't worry about me.

I will just continue to plea

Because the last you will hear of me.

Is when I am  found, hanging from the apple tree.

Also here is a shoutout to Honey.K for winning my poetry contest check her poem out on my contest list.