I speak, but no one hears. I talk, no one wants to listen. Is my voice not heard, are do they just refuse to hear,  do they hear, but just don’t care to listen, to what I have to say.

I sit in a room filled with people, I think, “I must be invisible,” they laugh, they whisper, I wonder,” is this about me”

My face feels warm, as my blood starts to rise ,leaving my cheeks like a Rosy red wine. I’m here, don’t they see me? They must be blind.

They pass me on the streets, but never see my face, I feel I’m less than human, my life is but a waste. They glance back as I pass, what did they see, to make them want to laugh at me.

Who are they any way? It doesn’t matter what they say, just because I’m over weight.

They are always there, haunting me, like a ghost, I can’t see. They are here reminding me, of the girl I want to be, not ashamed for they to see.