Dizzy

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Dizzy.

The world spins.

Ever so slightly.


But I sway and my focus

Is gone

Grey spots


Appear again

Filtering through the images

I see with


My bare eye

I grab onto something sturdy

To steady myself


And I sneak a glance at the mirror

At my fat self

Imperfect self


I shakily step onto the weighing scales

90

Perfect.


But how much longer

Can I bear

Of slow progress


And comments

Not all nice ones

And being imperfect


People say people like me

Don't last on

For too long


And the slip away easily

Too easily

Away from grasp


Or anything

But I believe

I'll stay strong


And reach my goal

Then keep it

Never let it go 

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