I guess my teachers were right,
I do use maths in my everyday life,
I add and I subtract,
Inputting different variables,
I compute with such tact,
So that the answer is negative,
Because anything above zero,
Makes me a failure,
A disappointment
200 for that slice of pizza,
200 too many,
Who needs energy when you can be pretty?
All they can do is watch in pity,
“You’re a smart girl” they say,
“You’re a pretty girl” they claim,
“With the potential to do anything you want someday”
If I were so smart,
Why do I tear my family apart?
If I were so pretty,
Why do I believe it’s said out of pity?
If I have so much potential,
Why are others words so influential?
Why would I fixate my mind to every single calorie,
Why do I believe happiness is nothing but a fallacy?
Looking in the mirror,
Tears do not form anymore,
For the hatred is so deep in my core,
So while my body is screaming,
Crying,
Begging,
For anything,
I put down my untouched plate,
And slowly walk away,
Gum will suffice for today.