The delinquents in my stomach scream and fight when I feed them.
They run and hide when I see them.
They hit and bite when I need them.
They just don't understand how hard I try to protect them.
They gain the weight that I lose.
They save the day while I move
Away from everything to try and stop
The thighs from touching
And the people from seeing
This child that I am being
Because these delinquents in my stomach
They won't let me eat.
They keep me up when I sleep
They stop me from eating meat.
And 20 pounds later,
It will still the the same.
The problem's in my brain
And I don't know how to change.
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Delinquents
PoetryWhat's our story? We are just a group of Delinquents that no one expects to do well. In reality, the only 'trouble' we get into will probably get us laughed at and encouraged than into any actual trouble.
