Fed

5-15-13

I feel it in my stomach

Gurgles and growls sound

The hunger is there

And so it gets fed

Often there is too much

That is fed to the beast

But others none at all

So an emptiness is left

Food is wonderful

It sustains me and nourishes

But it is my enemy

Always raising a number

Although it usually fluctuates

It is changing now

Remaining consistent

And always three figures

I could ignore hunger

And just remain empty

But instead I gorge

Eating every other hour

I feel fat some days

Despite my tiny size

I'm underweight and thin

But I'm still so insecure

My belly may be small

But it's still there

Creating paranoia

And abundant self-disgust