Forcefed

My stomach is hollow

It rings like an earache

A bird in the woods just

Hunting on hind legs

I hold inhibition

I strut like I’m something

Sensual, sulking

Back from the east wing

I clamp my mouth closed

Think about the

Things I want most

I will not let it faze me

I am force fed and hazy

Thinking only of

How it looks from the outside

My hair falls in pieces

On the airplane we cry

Can’t get it together

I rot from the inside

I’m bashing my head in

What a waste of my time

She points at the corner

But she won’t let me try

I clamp my mouth closed

Think about the

Things I want most

I will not let it faze me

I am force fed and hazy

Thinking only of

How it looks from the outside

I am lonely and pining

I scream as I’m driving

Pulling off to the side ramp

I know that I am losing it

I’m eating my organs and

I will let them sustain me