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.
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.
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