I hate you
I hate the way you look
But not as much as the way you behave
You taunt me in the mirror
Tell me I’m ugly
Standing in front of me
Another of your repulsive mockeries
I ignore your yearning for attention
But you demand to be acknowledged
You play along sometimes
You do things I want, we get along well
But when things get hard, when I’m crumbling
You fill my head with dreams of comfort
“Eat something, just one won’t hurt”
One turns into more and you laugh as I cry into my pillow
The resulting guilt of my gluttony makes me retch in my bathroom
You love to make me jealous of other women
Making me wish I had what they have
I won’t stand for this disregard of my effort towards my health
One day I’m going to build some strength so I can win
Please Body, won’t you let me be thin
About the Creator
Lou C
Fresh poetry, thoughts and ideas from a 17 year old mind about the ever-changing world in which we live. Gifts would be really helpful but of course, if you read my work and enjoy it that matters far more.
Lou x
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