Something tells me you bought it

Something tells me you got it
with Money

Something tells me you Got it with
Something

Other than

your Mind

Something tells me you've bought it
And you're trying to buy mine.

You look at your reflection miserably.
What is wrong with me?
You stare at your body in horror.
Do I need to be thinner?
You're not fat you tell yourself firmly.
You just need to be a little bit thinner.
It would make you a little bit prettier...
Then maybe I'll be good enough for them...
You get comments on how good you look...
Your clothes that were once snug, are now hanging off
But its still not good enough.
You hide yourself under makeup and baggy clothes,
coming up with excuses for why you look so sick.
Bones start jutting out,
hair starts falling out..
People start to worry,
but no one noticed before it was too late..
Friends try to help,
but the desire is far too strong.
"I'll never be good enough."

I woke up this morning
That's a success.
I went to the closet
And found stuff to dress
And cover myself well
Against the elements.
I didn't get trampled
By buffalo or elephants.

I ate well and got ready
For whatever comes today.
Whether it be some work
Or some healthy play.
I made the bed and then
Showered myself clean.
I had some great coffee
While I read a new magazine.

I got into my car, which runs
And enjoyed the scenery.
I didn't sleep under a bridge
Or beg food at a beanery.
I went to work and had some
Fulfilling job satisfaction.
And as I went about my day
Guilty of no criminal action.

I was helpful to all, and I
Was detrimental to nobody.
I did the best at my job
And my work was not shoddy.
I sought support whenever
I knew it was badly needed
And smiled as the problems
Mostly quickly receded.

I have given up whining
And envy of my peers.
I no longer allow jealousy
To linger in my ears.
I am a lucky person today
And grateful to say it.
There is no other way
To properly portray it.

Numbers are real

Yet, untouchable.

The universe in my hand

Literally, unseeable.

My thoughts,

they’re real

But seemingly, unbelievable.

Your skin against mine,

Ha! improbable.

Longing for you,

The impossible.

I’m waiting for you,

That’s undeniable.

Your feelings?

That’s questionable.