This is my hate,

My hate towards you,

When you say I need to loose wight.

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What is wrong with you, mom?

You make me feel so low,

Every word you say is like a bomb.

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you never think of how I feel,

I know there is a problem with me,

But you force me to eat my meal.

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You call me fat,

And obese and going to die ugly,

But what is up with that?

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You yourself don't look so thin,

You constantly worry about me,

And not what you have been.

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Leave me alone, I already have stuff to manage,

You kill me from the inside,

Because you have the advantage.