I eat nothing
When I wake
Hoping it worksI eat nothing
Through the day
About to keelStarving for an
Ideal self image
And it worked20 pounds down
Need 20 more
Need 100 moreI feel better
By doing something
That is worseBecause I can't
Be me because,
Because, I can't!I don't want
To be alone
Maybe this will,Maybe this will
Be my panacea
Be my lifelineLooking at food
Makes me sick
To my stomachBecause I've gone
Without for way
Way, to longI can't see
The colors of
This, this, forkAll I see
Is the fat
Of my hands
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...