Reflection

Reflection

Regurgitating blubber that I thought I just immersed.

Hating myself in the mirror, a common play I rehearse.

Depression, Fatigue, Inhumane, Pain. Frail

Dieting, Fasting, Purging, and Exercise.

Clinic to clinic...

Psychologists, Doctors, Friends and Family.

The reflection of my mirror only see knows the real me.

Fear of obesity drives my logic.

I seek satisfaction, the constant pursuit of happiness.

Obsessed with rituals of crumb nibbling, water sipping, and portion clipping.

Sigh…

My mirror still disapproves.

I'll Speak For You

Constantly wrapping, combing, brushing, imitating celebrities, forever lusting at what is unreal.

You see, whats real is the pain I feel...

Developed fast by nature and robbed for youth...the same ole story is no tale, because of this limp in my walk, the tremor when I speak, or the tissue in my panties to ensure blood won't leak.

Lashing out on everyone who cares, scared for someone to love me right  so I...

Run, shoot, cheer & play to escape the prison I call home.
Needing crutches to lean on, looking to my left & turn full circle just find that "they" are gone.

...alone & don't know Christ

Constantly fighting, drinking, arguing, and smoking -the release to my anger.

Open legs to observant men whom r conveniently friendly yet strangers.

...& now carries...