Staring at the table
The plate in front of me
Piled high with food
None that I will eat
I start to wonder why
When I began to think this way
One skipped meal turned to two
Then almost every day
I sit and stare at the piled plate
As if it would attack
No one seemed to notice
When I ate less and less
Just so I could fit
Inside my favorite dress
No one seemed to care
When I threw the plate away
Or even that I didn't touch
Food that was perfectly okay
I started counting calories
And measuring my waist
And still nobody noticed
When I started to decay
They didn't hear my cries
Ignored my pleas for help
Left me all alone
To fight me by myself
YOU ARE READING
Poems by a depressed transmasc
PoesíaPoems written by yours truly~ Not a huge poem person but I've written a few
