My teeth feel fake 

Tongue pressed up against the back of my bottom teeth 

Just like my shirt, pressed up against my skin, my body 

How can one feel so comfortable with the world, yet so uncomfortable in their own skin 

My teeth feel fake 

How my cheeks fill my face

As my teeth glide against the inside of them 

As I talk, as I eat 

As I eat 

Eat food I wouldn't dare eat 

Because how many calories equal a pound? 
You sit down and pinch your rolls 

One, Two, Three 

My teeth feel fake 

As if they belong to someone else 

As if I just bought them and they fit 

They fit just perfect except it gives you a muffin top 

They feel fake 

Because you are fake