Loud Friend

Ya, we were friends, I guess,

But you know?

Your rather annoying,

Just so's ya know.

You talk about my weight,

You talk about my hair,

You talk about my boy,

You talk about my cloths.

Ya, your opinion is sorta' important, I guess,

But you make me feel so down.

I hate the way you make me feel

Fat

Ugly

Stupid

When I know I'm none of those.

So kindly, shove off,

Keep your tounge to yourself,

I don't need to hear you,

I know who I am.