(not sure how good the poem is. They were two separate things, but I fused them together.)
Everyone around me wears eyes of judgement.
Searching me over and detecting my
every flaw.
Thighs too big,
portions too small.
Waist to thick,
height too tall.
I trudge through my day and try to make it to the next;
to the point where everybody blurs together into one big
negative cloud over my muddled head.
Tears too heavy,
dreams too scary.
I will be happy,
when life is behind me.