im tangled,
wrapped in tape measures
that will never read what
i desire
im glued
onto a scale
which determines
my worth
OVERWEIGHT
to watch the numbers lower
would be a miracle.
all my sacrifices
paying off...
but you're sick
sick with something killing you
something that must be fixed
force feed me till i can't fight back
FAILURE
then i return
to the sorry old loop
one that continues
as it determines my worth.
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 12:31 AM UTC
im tangled,
wrapped in tape measures
that will never read what
i desire
im glued
onto a scale
which determines
my worth
OVERWEIGHT
to watch the numbers lower
would be a miracle.
all my sacrifices
paying off...
but you're sick
sick with something killing you
something that must be fixed
force feed me till i can't fight back
FAILURE
then i return
to the sorry old loop
one that continues
as it determines my worth.
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