Can't feed my body, can't feed my mind.
I know you're right, but I will not eat.
Cram me with your ideas, but the knowledge of the truth escapes you.
I cannot feed off of your lies, therefore I starve.
The empty calories of deceit tear at me so I cannot swallow.
I seek the nourishment to fill my body, stick to my soul.
Yet, I am left abandoned, withering in displaced blame.
For, it is not that I refuse to eat, it is You who refuses to feed me with what I require, for what I quest.
My thirst cannot be quenched by some sugar coated incantation.
It must be  supplied with the nourishment of reality.
So as I heave at the garbage that is set forth to me, I continue on my journey for enlightenment.
I shall be tagged anorexic, but it is only my hunger that needs to be fed, forgetting what the truth tastes like.