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.