I Like Being Alone

Cheers, not coming from a cheerleader
But a second guesser of ones own thoughts
One who takes all things to mind
Primping, priming, until they are taught
Taught and tight and pretty to see
To look at, to love
To something that I pray I can be
Because that's not me
Eyes, green, staring strait at that screen
As I scroll through the beautiful images hearing "skinny"
Being fed to me
Skinny?
Must be
It for me the way to go so I cautiously continue to scroll
Down
To a sinking feeling in my gut
Only to be brought back up by a boy
My boy, it is him
Oh so tender skinned and thin
Amoungst me so frail
Take a second to stop and thing
Consciously about that ugly number on the scales
So let's give cheers!
Not for a cheerleader or a crowded party of bones
But cheers to all the boys and girls who never received the message
Doing this alone