Author: Izzy Cortez
Originally published Apr. 24, 2020.
Oh,
Don’t stop me.
You couldn’t stop me if you tried.
I don’t deserve the help.
Cut it up, patterns and colors
Talk fast, don’t let them see
If you speak, they won’t focus on
What you’re eating.
Fill yourself up with daydreams, of
What it might be like to finally
Lose a few, gain a little more control.
Why am I so out of control?
No one sees, I make sure of it
No one sees, the way I lose control and
No one sees, the way I bring it right back up.
I’m alone.