they've escaped my body
all the thoughts in my head
they went in with my dinner
and out with my sanity
as if you could get rid of a problem by making one
but maybe i'm the problem
i don't even know what i'm getting rid of
i half want to go up to something who purges in the bathroom and ask
"what's your excuse"
the other half of my thoughts go toward telling someone the truth
a conversation i do not want to have
would you?
it's not like i'm being ***** trained
i can't go up to my mother and say
"Look mommy, i threw up on my own."