From Me

These tears that fall from puffy eyes,
Are sure signs of my defeat,
Why should I fight, there is no point,
When people knock me off my feet.

I'm done with being friendly,
When all I receive is hate,
I'm done with being sorry,
For the problems you create.

I don't care if I offend you,
My opinions are my own,
And if you don't agree, that's fine,
Just leave it well alone.

Before this poems over,
There's a few things you should know,
So the next time that you start on me,
You'll have nothing left to throw.

Yes, I struggle with my weight,
I have for a long time,
No I don't have a full time job,
I'm a mother and work part time.

I've been bullied, teased and beaten up,
For looking like I do,
Do I see myself as a victim?
No, because I stood up and pulled through.

I may not have the perfect life,
In the eyes of someone like you,
But I have everything I need right here,
And will have no matter what I do.

Noone's perfect in this world,
Where we all have to dwell,
I know my flaws, I have a few,
But you have flaws as well.

Say what you want to bring me down,
I think I've said my piece,
Take my point the way you wish,
This is just my inner release.