Festering Feelings

Like a knife of hot straight to my veins,

My anxiety and anger rushes, sustains,

Hot then cold,

I vomit, fold.

Down I crumble, down I spiral

Find your words, turn the dial

To your emotions so they are

Calm, steady, controlled from afar.

Hide your anger deep in folds

Of the pleasantry one holds

When they are normal and well

Do not let tears fester and swell.

You are strong, you are controlled

This lie, over and over told

Till I wear it on the outside

Not eating is easy to hide

If it is the only teller of distress

That I wear in daily dress.

So it sits in my chest, heavy rotten

Vile enough food is forgotten

Despite the rumbling quells,

Of my stomach as it tells

Me I need food, things to live,

But the urge to vomit does not give.