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To the bone �(TRIGGER WARNING)

No one ever told me I was beautiful,
I�d look at those magazines;
With those frozen eyed girls
They looked like machines.

They weren�t built like me,
They didn�t have the hips,
Instead theirs prodded out,
Which looked like broken twigs.

Their hair was completely straight,
And yet mine was one big wave.
They had hallowed cheekbones,
And I was a darker skin tone.

I�d known that I�d never be like them,
With their hollowed cheeks,
And their carcass�s with protruding bones.
But fuck, did I want to be.

I wanted to be looked at,
With complete Carnal desire.
I wanted to be a bony carcass,
I wanted to be beautiful.

Because no one ever told me that me,
My 120 pound frail body,
Was a work of art.
No one dared to speak the word, Masterpiece.

I was a work of art,
Wasn�t I?
I didn�t ever feel like it.
And to this very day,
I still don�t.

I�d rather be hollow,
A carcass,
To the bone.