Document 2

A dabble in personal pain

I drown in insecurities and multiple chins

I can’t stand the sight of excess skin

Should I eat?

My conscience shakes a bit

Afraid of judgment, I sneak about

Can’t have my mother find out

Just something to snack on

I’m hungry

“You know what time it is?”

The clock is right there

How do I live?

Constant judgment is on the prowl

What do I say?

My mom would cry at my sound

Health my a*s

The kitchen is a place of trespass

I could run

But to nowhere

I’d rather be fat than scared.

Reviews

[J_Star]

"The kitchen is a place of trespass" is a really nice line; it says a lot in a concise number of words. I like how this poem drills right down into one specific sentiment and explicates it. Good writing.

[Simon Welsh]

This is well written! I like. I can sense the anger and sadness.

[Kelly]

I appreciate the feedback :)