Taking down my bullies one bitch at a time
So I have this one friend
whom I would call pretty
now here’s the thing:
I wish she felt the same about me
The term that comes to mind is frenemy
but in thinking of it I feel juvenile, and I’m almost thirty
Anyway, I’ve kept her around for years and years
and even though its love/hate
at the end of the day
she’s one of the only ones who truly understood all of my stupid fears
so we keep calling ourselves ‘friends’
even if we both know it’s just pretend
she knows I’m not always confident in my body
she knows many days I want to climb out of my mind
she knows that I know that she knows what she’s doing
every single time she underhandedly says something unkind
Suck in your tummy
Shut up your thighs! must they rub so loudly
Lift your chin up and hide that double
today you do not have the right to feel sexy!
everyone in their summer shorts looks better than you
confined to your uniform of jeans
they will all see how awkward you feel
don’t you dare think you have the right to be sexy!
Well, that’s not what she said
but that was what she meant
I know what she’s doing: she doesn’t feel good about herself
so she wants me to join in her emotional descent
This isn’t what real love should feel like
…if only her mean-spiritedness could go on strike
so yesterday she began again
whispering and whispering
and what started off as a good day
ended with my happiness fading away
at least I had a good sleep
and at least la-la-land could keep
me away from the cruel bitch
the mean-spirited witch
who makes it her mission to make me feel like my body will never be good enough
so this morning I looked in the mirror and told her to shut the fuck up!
Posted with Love, Respect & Gratitude by: H. Nemesis Nyx