Club

They watch us weigh our worth in shame,
Their silence hisses out our name.
Each bite a sin, each step a trial
A curse dressed up to make us smile.

They preach with scales and polished lies,
Then scoff when someone dares to rise.
Their laws are built on shifting sand
No soul is ever thin on demand.

Welcome to the Club, where shame is law,
Where thinner means you’ve earned their awe.
No win is real, no grace allowed
Just starving saints beneath a shroud.

They grin when progress starts to slip,
Then tighten chains with every quip.
"Keep going!" sounds like praise, but burns
A leash disguised as what you’ve earned.

They move the mark with every cheer,
Each goal achieved births deeper fear.
Their praise is poison, veiled in grace
A mirror warped to hide your face.

Welcome to the Club, where shame is law,
Where thinner means you’ve earned their awe.
No win is real, no grace allowed
Just starving saints beneath a shroud.

They build a trap from “just in case,”
And call it love while mocking grace.
They say it’s health then watch us break,
Our worth denied with every ache.

Welcome to the Club, where shame is law,
Where thinner means you’ve earned their awe.
No win is real, no grace allowed
Just starving saints beneath a shroud.

We’ve learned their rules, we know the game,
But now we set their world to flame.
Their whispers fade, our scars ignite
We rise, unbowed, and burn the night.