The strings pull and the world blurs
As I let the words sink in
Fat.
Ugly.
Awkward.
Weird.
Wrong.
I look into the mirror and a monster looks back
Growing stronger with each word, judgement, label
They tie knots around my spirit
Restricting me; controlling me.
(They\'re suffocating.)
I\'m tangled in their web
But the harder I struggle, the tighter they get
And I can\'t seem to disentangle myself.
(I\'m so tired.)
So eventually I stop fighting
I can\'t do it any longer
I let the strings control me.
And I watch my life pass by
As the strings pull taunt and the world blurs around me
I let myself fade away from the pain.