The distorted image of your reflection

Caused your heart so much misery

It spurred on depression and suffering

You could not bare to see yourself

Dodging it became an art

If only you could see what I saw

You would have been kind to you

To much emphasis is on physicality

I could not care less about how you looked

I lied to you all the same when you asked

I told you were getting a right belly,

I knew it was what you wanted to hear

It was more important to boost you crushed ego

Than to be truthful and right

I hate cancer for what it did to you

For robbing you and taking all it could.