You laugh when I eat gummy bears.
I bite the heads off first so they don't feel too much pain,
And eat whole packets quickly so the massacre ends in no time.
You say I'm silly.
Sometimes I sit in the the rain with my umbrella and read a book. I like the sound of the pitterpatter on the plastic.
You say I'm stupid.
I hear you snigger as I breathe in and push my hands around my waist. I always pull in my stomach when I look in the mirror. I don't think I'm fat, but I wait eagerly for the day when my fingers touch and I can gorge on chocolate for days.
You say I don't make any sense.
I wish I believed in a god, it would be nice to know someone thought of me when no one else would.
You say religion's pointless.
You munch gummy bears whole and slide the three left in the packet into the bin.
I've never seen you finish one.
When it rains, you run inside, and curse about how your hair is wet.
You curse under your breath a lot.
You don't eat all that often, but you still say you're fat.
I asked you why once, you say it's to make the fat people feel worse.
You're an atheist like me, but you say how god is fiction.
And even if he wasn't he wouldn't love me...
What's the point in hoping, if you always put me d