My Readers Digest Poem by deandre cammon

Its a tapeworm, but instead of the contents of my digest
its eating away at my stomach itself
this feeling of m t. is like a mountain
maybe it explains my food craving

or my desire to be chocolate wasted
im always mildly content and never happy to my own complete consent
i probably wouldnt stop you if attempt to contend with what little happiness i have

and annex it to the bitterness
view me not as a nihilist
moreso as a realist
imean this pain really eats me away

its my inspriration for my dream to be attained
call me depressed deem me insane
but what im expiring from is really your pain