I'm hungry.
That's not a metaphor, I just really want to eat something.
The end.

Jk, it would be cray if I just said that and left.
I just really want to eat something
but at the same time I'm not desperate.
My stomach isn't growling.
The inner beast in me isn't howling.
I'm not famished. Should I be
before I stare blindly into the fridge?

Yeah, there's no soul-staring here,
just a nonchalant rant about
a girl who just really wants to eat something.