Pain of the Past

Slowly eating my way to forgetfulness,

Slowly eating my way to kill myself.

People only see the big fat picture of myself,

People don't see a thin child hiding behind the forgetfulness.

I'm building a wall of fat to protect myself,

I'm building a wall of fat to kill myself.

Food, I need more food, I hate food,

Food, I eat more food, I hate food.

Writer's Note: Composed Jan. 27, 2012
The poem, was composed, in retrospect of someone who was child abused when young, and as an adult, hiding behind food.