How Do I Really Feel? Poem by Alexis Davis

My life is a big mix of emotions.
I never know what I think.
How do I explain myself?
How do I really feel?

I've made it through many obstacles.
How do I not turn back?
I look at my fat and want to back track.
Throw it all away.

Hunger pulls at my chest, but I have to look my best.
Bloating, still look like a slob.
Maybe, just maybe one?
Sick as it hits my stomach. I cannot digest it.

How can I be so far from perfect?
I'm a joke to myself, not society.
This is all brought in by my own stupidity.
I keep second guessing myself.

Ignorant. Selfish. Brat.
FAT.
I've started, there's no turning back.
How do I really feel? Truly?

My own vision of a falling star..
Once bright, but now too far.