I'll never say when I'm not okay, because It's not nice to feel that way, to be stuck on replay,There's nothing to do,no reason to stay,Because,Nothing ever goes my way, Whenever it does, Fear makes me pay, Nothing else much to say, Never was anyway, to begin to tell how I feel,it breaks the plastic seal over my heart, which was constantly pulled apart, To bring us all back to the starts, To choose between Beauty, and Smarts, My head? A target, their words? Darts. Divided by Gender, Divided by hearts, Constantly denied if we looked past the starts.The stars float above, Same with the gods, which send down doves to the ones with only half a soul, the half?pitch black, like coal.some say Overweight or Underweight people should feel shame,I myself,don’t agree,Not the same,They treat other’s pain like a game,for their own personal gain.I’ve seen it,Over and over,Again and Again