My whole life I've been losing at this game
The who-can-eat-less sugar game
Where the halves of the cookie are always slightly uneven
And whoever ends up with the bigger half- always me
Would taste their cookie with a tinge of guilt and shame

Except now with the depression
I find myself forgetting to eat
And for once in my life I'm the one winning
But the cookie doesn't taste very sweet

It tastes like ashes and fear
The fear of the cheater waiting to get caught

*And I can't afford to be caught in the midst of depression...