Fat Girl

I see you standing, fidgeting.
Tugging on your loose fit sweatshirt.
Watching everyone pass by, judging
every move. Hoping they won’t even
glance up. Staring down at the body
of hate, you cry. I stare, wondering
how can someone feel like you do.
Yelling, hitting, scratching at your
body, you cover up. Eyes blood shot
you walk down the hall, sleep is all
you need, right?  Let’s try again
tomorrow.
Deidre Grotbo