Dear Mr. Boobs,



Why do you always put pressure on my back?

Acting as though I  never give you support?

Is it not enough that I have allowed you to take up such a big
part of my life

You have become internalized in ever aspect of what is me

You get in the way during introductions

announcing yourself right off the bat

You hide my real beauty under an artificial beauty

Let's not forget the multiple times you have pulled me in
different directions

Making me feel inappropriate at times that are not needed



Well, I'm tired of you

all you do is drag me down

yes we have had our fun times

the moments where you made me feel better

making me feel proud of myself 

helping me fend off women focused on the ideal image



but in all honesty, you have outgrown me

and it is time we go our separate ways

before things get messy

or we both get old and wrinkley



All I can say is that I'm sorry

I have to cut you out of my life.

When night glazes over
you think to yourself
about times that occured
and things that you felt

A whisper is soft
to tell you the truth
surprising, no answer
nothing can soothe

You turn to your side
to grab something close
you fall down in ashes
and continue to roast

As you grasp for the air
it becomes harder to breathe
all that is left is to
continue to scream

So what is the point?
You ponder in thought
if noones around and everythings lost

Well hope you suppose
what seems like a joke
but then things change
the sun then awoke