Numbers have existed for thousands of years,
they have brought us wisdom and created fears.
Chemistry, Physics, Economy, Maths,
they shape our thoughts, our futures, our paths.
At school,
appreciation isn’t shown, it’s earned through grades.
Do I even have all that it takes?
am i enough?
Even among the best,
no one finds rest,
afraid to disappoint,
the ones who shouldn’t care.
Can you just tell me,
what do you see?
Am I just a number
or do you see me?
At the doctor’s stepping on a scale,
it is like a trial to succeed or to fail.
Numbers define health, beauty and worth,
obesity is considered a curse.
Ruining a childhood.
Ruining confidence.
Poisoning habits, not fixing what should be.
Why can’t you see,
that this is not me,
caught deep in a maze
where I want to break free.
Happiness, is a mirror the key?
Will I ever reach the weight I want to be?
Eat less, move more, the solution at hand,
what it does to myself, I will never understand.
Do you really know me?
can you see through,
a facade made of numbers
that is masking what’s true?
The problem runs deep,
roots like a tree.
It affects many more.
Not only me.