Masked

Swollen thighs without a gap,
Balloon protrudes in front.

The food consumed is but a trap

Regardless what I want

The judging stares as I walk past

Burn hot into my back.

With my head down, I pass through fast

So my facade won't crack

The mask I wear upon my face

Is tarnished by the pain.

My tears inside without a trace,

My fear to notice gain.

My heart recoils from public eye,

Inside my mind I'm free to cry.

Reviews

[Rasi Rana]

the poem is about obesity and the other's people view on an obese person
and in 3rd nd 4th para you are talking about your virtuality and trying to escape from that)
Am I right?)

PS: Nice rhyming :)

[Courtney]

Actually, not quite about obesity. I wrote of the fear that the everyday person, including myself, has of gaining weight, which never really depends on a person's own weight. It's about body image and all that stuff. :) But however you choose to read into it, by all means, you'll have no objections from me :) Thanks for reading!! x