The stress the stress
Do I not eat or do I work my mess
To feel like I am accepted in my own life
To feel loved by others and myself
I don't know why but I just keep doing it
Cause even if I count and count and count
The numbers don't lie, the mirrors don't lie
The people lie, saying it's okay to be the size I am
As long as I'm healthy and fit.
But that's not what I want.
I want to be loved by others and myself
I want to be loved by myself and others
I want to love myself.
But the numbers don't lie, the mirrors don't lie
I repeat and repeat.
I count and count.
The vicious cycle of insecurity
Twisted my brain to a computer.
Able to analyse even the smallest of things
To the point where I don't know anything else
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Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
