Thin
by on September 27, 2000 in Poetry

I can feel you fighting
To enter me again
You’ve become
A lingering thought
And your company
Is almost
A comfort to me
Control
I like it a lot
And I know that it’s sick
How I measure my worth
I could lie
And say I don’t care
Could pretend I don’t notice
That it doesn’t disgust me
I want
Then resent
All your stares
But when everything else
Feels so uncertain
I know I can be sure
Of one thing
Each morning I wake up
I’m one step closer
Smart
Beautiful
Strong
And rail thin

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