My problem is...

I have heard
'What's your problem!?'
Too many times today.

My problem is
That I seem to be the only person
Who is stretched so thin
I could pass for a snare drum.

My problem is
Every fucker I haven't seen for a while,
Telling me I've put on weight.
Why would you make a point of telling a 21 year old girl that?!
You think I haven't noticed?! I'm working on it,
Pigs.

My problem is
My other half can't see why
I've got the screaming ump.
Because I was suffering with PMT last week,
And the only reason a female can possibly be upset
Is hormones; couldn't possibly be him being a massive jackass.
Couldn't possibly be because I'm sick of him being fucking ashamed of me?!  

My problem is
I've been a doormat for too fucking long
And now I want to stand up
And... well... stand up for myself
Everyone keeps kicking me back down.

My problem is
I shouldn't be having this problem.

My problem is
I've hit a brick wall, and I'm curled up at the bottom again.

My problem is
No one's coming to offer me a hand up.