The skeleton inside

Rips my chest through

Trying to break out

Become my truth

I might be a giant

But the demons take hold

Connect to each bone

Does what is told

The pillowy outside

Hides the pain and hate

Laughs at me

Each time I clean my plate

Porcelain is my friend

Collects all the evil inside

I watch it disappear

As I swallow only my pride

I will try defeating my hate

Each day the packages scream my name

The skeleton in my salad bowl

Each bite I take has me to blame

I’m working on growth

Growing strength and portion size

So I can start focussing on

What I love on my inside



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Writer of many subjects, poet at heart. I work with the elderly but have a childlike mind. Expect the unexpected, because even I don't know what's coming