Who I am
"Don't judge a book by its cover
You know my name not my story
Not everything you say is always right".

Always being judge about my life
Its always about the same thing
over and over again.
Past, present, and future.

Past for mistakes I made
That doesn't disappear
Present as my days decreasing
and future as oh wait
I don't have future
Do I have a future

What have I ever do to deserve this life
The only place I feel safe is my house
But as I come out the house the wind seems
To hate me too, like everyone else
The Cold wind hits me In the face

Always looking my back or making sure that am
Warring the perfect clothe that everybody loves
Always worrying about weight
Running to the nurse as
I think about my weight