Self- hate burning calories for me
Since too tired to move an inch out of my bed
Too tired to slip out of my tiny head
Tears coming out of my pores
Sweat out my eyes
Open mouthed
Greasy fingers, gripping tight on french fries
Burning figures
Dreaming of figurines
Figuring
What to look like in the eve
Of what most would say - the end.
Tears coming out of my pores
Sweat out my eyes
Open mouthed
Greasy fingers, wrapped tight on burning pancakes delight
Watching self- hate push past
The breaking point
Till my legs move, my body budges to the groove
Screaming at motivation
For not caring
Daring in changing the tides
Tears coming out of my pores
Sweat out my eyes
Open mouthed
Greasy fingers, gripping tight, fistful food
Burning figures
Dreaming of bodies like figurines
But stuck figuring
How to do it
With
Self- hate
Accepting
Freely faking to care.
Dare! Just dare!
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
