There's this large mass of tissue located directly behind my eyeballs and sometimes I let it get the best of me.
Sometimes I let it convince my eyes that I'm not pretty, and sometimes I let it tell my body that it's too big.
Sometimes I let it scream at my cells that there is something wrong with them, and sometimes it whispers to my heart and says there isn't any love left in there.
Other people have this weird tissue behind their eyeballs too, but their tissue is nicer.
Their tissue tells my eyes that I am pretty, and it tells my body that its the right size no matter what.
Their tissue is infatuated with the way my cells work, and it even thinks their might be some love left somewhere in my right atrium.
I think I like their tissue better than my own.
but I think that's what started this problem in the first place.
Sometimes I let it convince my eyes that I'm not pretty, and sometimes I let it tell my body that it's too big.
Sometimes I let it scream at my cells that there is something wrong with them, and sometimes it whispers to my heart and says there isn't any love left in there.
Other people have this weird tissue behind their eyeballs too, but their tissue is nicer.
Their tissue tells my eyes that I am pretty, and it tells my body that its the right size no matter what.
Their tissue is infatuated with the way my cells work, and it even thinks their might be some love left somewhere in my right atrium.
I think I like their tissue better than my own.
but I think that's what started this problem in the first place.
