Almost Anerexic

I look in the mirror, and all that i see,
Is just, way way too much me.
Fat
Fat
Fat.
Too much me.
I begin to believe, maybe I shouldn't eat.
There's just to much me.
In my eyes, it's not lies.
Not attention I want,
I hate being put on the spot.
I just hate me, you see?
I hate having too much me.
I dont care what you see,
I see too much me.
120 lbs, 5 foot three.
I am obese.
I hate me.
I am obese.
I hate me.
When in reality,
Fat is not there.
My mirror though..
It's grim, and it's bare.
My mirror shows me, it lies,
It leaves me toungue tied.
Because my mirror shows me way too much me.