Food

Food

I don't want it.

Every bite makes me feel guilty.

Failure to resist,

to control

to succeed

to be freed

from this weight.

I don't want it.

Every rest makes me feel guilty.

Failure to move

to burn

to choose

to lose

these calories.

I don't want it.

Every pleasure makes me feel guilty.

Failure to punish

to penalize

to discipline

my gluttonous sin.

I want this.

A beautiful body to hide the ugly me.

Triumph of slim shape

demanding desire,

did I mention

attention?

Always hungry.

Never hungry.