Since when did butter knifes turn into weapons
And when did forks and spoons turn into ghosts
Food is not a happy meal
The one with less eaten can boast.
Competition for who can eat the least
Eat to much
and be a mess.
Since when did apples turn into sit ups
And pizza turn into crunches
Since when a cake look like only calories
And buffets look like the end
I'm just not hungrey
I would say
But swallowing down shame
Was my worst fear
Can I ever eat a meal
Without having to feel
Like I will be
Stared at by
The other slimmer ones
The other hotter ones
So for this reason I will put down my spoon, fork, and knife
And carry on this restricted life
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
