Obesity and me
Condemned, shut far away from everyday normality,
A prison of sorrow, silent tears,
Never feeling nice, neat, or tidy.
Fat is a prison, makes you want to hide away from daily life.
People laugh, mock, chit-chat behind your back; it hurts,
Just like the joint pain and tiredness—silent screams, tears.
Praying every night for a night's sleep....please, God.
Telling family and friends you don’t feel good,
Self-inflicted, their eyes say in response.
I never asked to feel this bad.
I never intended to inflict this on me at all.
It happened over time.
I never asked to feel this unloved.
I never asked to feel this bad.
The evil gaze of those who hurt me did it—
Them that made me cry.
Them that tore my heart out and stamped on it.
The emotion of eating caused by stress, by pain,
By needing a hug.
Living a laughable, loveless life.
Fat, you came knocking; I opened the door.
Once inside, you took me prisoner and still hold the key.
Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe.
Like no one cares.
I fight a lifelong battle to be free of the life I live.
I don’t want to die; I want to live.
Dissolve the fat in my favor this time.
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