Impulse

The impulse to be skinny is undeniable; it's turning her numb. The impulse pushes her to the edge, but it's just too much fun.

The impulse is my weakness; SOS. 

It is not sheep I count but calories.

My love to be skinny is avarice.

Lost weight under clothes is my gallery.

My pride grows with the pounds that I must shed,

with the numbers that go down on the scale.

It is but nothing to go underfed. 

It’s everything if I happen to fail. 

240, put the snack back down;

I am in love when I feel in control.

I would do whatever to wear the crown.

What a small price it is to sell my soul.

I love, no, desire to be skinny.

I’m in love with the monster within me. 

Author's Note

Hey guys! This was a sonnet I wrote for my AP LIT class! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!

Reviews

[Johnny]

Omgosh!!! The last two lines take it home!! Was it all true?