Who f*cked you up so badly that you don't even know the word: happy. 

Was it your first boyfriend, who said you were too fat to have sex with? 
Or was it your reflection saying: "you shouldn't wear that." 

Was it the man that crawled inside of you at his own expense? 
Or was it the burning vomit you make come up after every meal? 

How to fight your own demons when they are impervious to every touch, smell, and feeling and fight without rest? 

Who f*cked you up so badly?