Lights Out

It's dark here. Makes me happy. Not much else can hide this ugly. Let alone shield me from the looks. My double chin, the extra within my belly and thighs. The uncomfort when I realize my lack of desirability crossed their minds, and tarnished mine. Leaving me now to self criticize, when I've always been at war with what's inside. My beauty, my worth; it's not mine to decide. Please turn off the lights. It's dark here. Makes me happy.