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I walk as I talk with them all

Damn, they look just like dolls.

I glanced down as I walk,

buried with guilt.

Do they see my face fat as I talk?

I couldn't help my tears as they spilt.

Okay? Am I okay?

Not today.

Honestly, not ever.

Its been like this forever.

I can feel my thighs jiggle

The pain in my stomach makes me wriggle.

Only a couple more hours, 

I can deal with the growels.

Wipe leftover blood on the towels.

I pray for those blinking numbers to change

maybe to a smaller range.

I hope to lose that fat on my face,

should I force myself to race?

Run across a field with a tightening chest

and a knot in my throat.

I'm in a sinking boat,

I wish to be put to rest.

I walk in silence with them all,

staring at ground.

Ill never look like a doll.