are you hungry?
no,
I lie
I sit alone on the floor of my bedroom
shame running through my veins
I am forced to punish myself
and I will do it
to the full extent of my power
no more diet coke
they said
and I made it four days
before I was sneaking them
at restaurants
two weeks
before I had them at school
just days after
before I stole them by the armful
from the limited supply
holed up in my parent’s
room
this is a confession
a begging for forgiveness
I shall lay the whippings upon my own back
and
I shall be the one who recommended the whippings
are you hungry?
they ask
and I stare
blinking silently
lacking the ability to answer
no
I might say
if I was more of a
coward
but for now I am a criminal awaiting trail
and not a single soul doubts I am my
best judge
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 3:19 PM UTC
are you hungry?
no,
I lie
I sit alone on the floor of my bedroom
shame running through my veins
I am forced to punish myself
and I will do it
to the full extent of my power
no more diet coke
they said
and I made it four days
before I was sneaking them
at restaurants
two weeks
before I had them at school
just days after
before I stole them by the armful
from the limited supply
holed up in my parent’s
room
this is a confession
a begging for forgiveness
I shall lay the whippings upon my own back
and
I shall be the one who recommended the whippings
are you hungry?
they ask
and I stare
blinking silently
lacking the ability to answer
no
I might say
if I was more of a
coward
but for now I am a criminal awaiting trail
and not a single soul doubts I am my
best judge
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