Hunger
There's a fat girl under this skin
Hungry for pasta she wants to take in
With midnight raids, she sneaks to be fed
and takes her candy and chips into bed.
The late show beckons, to be her friend
Though nothing helps her fears to mend.
Her heart is empty and unfulfilled
She feels her life and times are stilled.
Invisible she walks through days,
In clouds of shame, in quiet ways.
She looks at all the models thin,
Bows her head in imagined sin.
After her work, she slips away
Feeling Unseen, unloved, fey.
To have a friend as ice cream sweet.
Or twirly fun like cheesy treats.
To find a friend in a cookie lunch.
To hold a friend like chips to munch.
Alas the stomach now is full,
For a moment she is fooled.
To thinking food is her friend,
When all it does is bring sadness, again.
By CeeCee
© 2008 CeeCee
(All rights reserved)
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