Count the calories, Count the carbs.
Now matter how fast I run, its never far.
Measure the waist, step on the scale.
Only lost 15 pounds? Such a fail.
Fake a smile, tell another lie.
"I already ate, why?"
Just another sit up, just another run.
"She must love it. Looks like she's having fun."
Pinch the fat, stare at the mirror.
The point of insanity or help. which way do I steer?
Cry another night instead of sleep.
On my wrists are the secrets I keep.
Look in disgust, look in shame.
Nobody else, only me to blame.
To be skinny is to be beautiful, at least in my mind.
This is self destruction of another kind.
Finally, one last cry- one last shout.
Maybe now they'll wish that they realized what and how much she'd count.
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Troubled Thoughts of a Nobody
PoezjaThese are all poems that I wrote when I felt like nobody else was listening. They all have to do with something that has happened to me in my past. While some are obvious, others will need some deciphering. Please enjoy these troubled thoughts of a...
