A Teenager's Poems

Hunger

These little monsters live inside me,

rotting my mind and body slowly,

as I get weaker they grow stronger,

I don't know if I can last any longer.

Whispering in my ears at night,

fuels my wrath with pain and fright,

twisting my stomach into a knot,

conquering every sob I fought.

They draw the curtains over my eyes,

hemmed and lined with tears and lies,

they whirl around and make me queasy,

'till pretending to be sane ain't easy.

I can no longer concentrate,

on other things beside self- hate,

these monsters help me control my life,

without resorting to the knife.

A las I'm weak and so I eat,

but this food tastes only of defeat,

if I can't control my daily diet

I mine as well be forever quiet.