Awesome, thanx!

Wow, here's a really dark one...

The Anorexic Id

Number three, seven, nine,
that’s the wheel I am and I smile just fine
I slip between the cracks,
Made bigger by the axe,
Of something my body lacks,
While Ignoring the facts,
Of the beauty within,
All because I’ve never been thin!
So I'll paint an inch thick,
And let the hunger make me sick,
'Cause family meals are just a trick,
To try to make my body thick.
Oh things are better when you’re pretty,
I wanna get out of this city,
Of caring people and looks of pity,
Gee ain’t it ******?!
Things are better on the other side,
Of the blue jean spectrum of slim and wide,
I’ll cross the great divide...
Things will be better on the other side...
But life is starting miss me,
New Years came and no one kissed me,
It’s my birthday, what will my one wish be?
You thought I was smarter than that,
That I'm good within, so it doesn’t matter that I’m fat,
But I’ve got my own style of insanity,
I’m as deep as a well but I’m full to the brim,
Of cynical optimistic vanity!
I never cared to much about my hair,
But I don't remember a time,
When I didn't stare and compare,
The legs of my friends with mine.
I was the only kindergartner in school,
Who felt a little guilty everytime she ate,
Who lived beneath the mirror's tyrranical rule,
And sat on the scale, crying off the weight
“You’re gonna be sick!”
The stupid ego said,
“Paint an inch thick!”
The superego said,
"MAKE ME PRETTY OR MAKE ME DEAD!"


...There goes the oddball id.
I guess I’ll paint an inch thick...
I guess I already did.