Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Sad Fat Child

The first thing I remember was when people were saying, hey boy you’re fat. I was only five confused, not knowing what to think of that. Didn’t want to be alive, and felt like crap.

All I knew back then, that I wasn’t accepted. People didn’t see me for who I was, and yet I was totally rejected.

Every child should feel special and fine, and not have to listen to anyone else’s lines. Each kid needs to like who they are, and believe in themselves as a Super Star. That’s called being a Kid, loving life, wanting to live and take part in what the world has to give!

Then I started school. Just to be accepted I became the class clown, or fool. As I hid myself behind this round façade, I felt as if I were going to drown. While everyday praying for help from God with out a sound, my screams were silent, never heard, not even a single word. I thought to myself how odd, and how absurd.

The only time people wanted to be with me, is when they wanted to see and be entertained by the fat boy freak show. They don’t know how bad it hurts, and sure as hell won’t know all the pain. How the prejudices made you feel like dirt for absolutely nothing to gain, except for just being cruel, thus leaving you totally insane with not a person to call, and everybody’s fool.

When it came time to date, that’s when you really started to hate your life. You knew that no girl would ever want you as a as their mate, or to become your wife. If only they ever took the time to understand, on who you are and what I am. I’m just a lonely kind and loving man, with a heart to give and a caring hand.

Please except me for who I am, a man that is filled with the abundance of love and kindness, passion and soul, with a gift from above that continuously overflows. Please hold my hand, then throw away all your prejudice, and only then you will find out who I am in all of this. I ask you to take me away from this hell! I’m just a man, looking for love in a big round shell.

No comments:

Post a Comment