Sometimes I’m just sad.
There is no reason for the grief I possess,
Except,maybe, the hurtful remarks of a passerby.
There is no reason for me to sob,
Except that the truth of my desolate existence is “all in my mind”.
It isn’t out of laziness that I don’t leave my house,
It is out of the fact that the feelings that I ate
don’t let my clothes fit me anymore.
Wreathed in layers of fat,blood and sweat,
accompanied by a hideous silhouette with inescaplable persistence.
Yes, I have all that my body needs to survive;
But this place won’t let my soul thrive.
My life is a mess and I’m clearly insane,
So out of my depth with such a large frame.
The outline, much broad , doesn’t do me any harm
but magnifies the problems that I cradle in my arms.
So sometimes I’m just sad,
My stagnant life has rendered me mad.