I eat my heart out
The weight on my shoulders
Now lies in my gut,
I'm consumed
In the consummation
Of what consumes me,
Thick skin
Getting thicker,
What better way
To build my defenses,
They won't be able to break in
Any longer,
They'll chide
And I'll take another bite,
They'll point
And I'll have another sip,
Who's eating who?
Weight off my shoulders
And into my soul,
It's all starting to taste the same...

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