Poet never thinks of anything in return;
Imagination is everything he gets in his life!

I have manipulated this poem
To be a mask of emotions
Not letting you know
I am falling apart
Because bulimia is only for girls

Men do not reject their self worth
Due to pressure from society
A consistent of not good enough
Photoshopped billboards

Recalling my most recent meal
In attempt to match my expectations
The ones I have created for myself
Through tainted understandings
Of the world around me

hope

He wanted to be a gravedigger
A man bold enough to discover the past
Someone to show that our bodies return
To the earth that created us