In my own home i starve.
when mummy isn\'t home to serve me dinner
and dad cant shout
about all that\'s wrong with me
i sit in my little world
the apartment i paid for
with all the money i saved on groceries
no food in the fridge to tempt me now
it\'s not dangerous here like it is everywhere else
my only job is to wait
until tomorrow
to check the scale daily
and admire the stomach people want
the body they can love
and touch