Weight - poem

A number on the scales

It dictates my day 

It rules my mood

It controls my life. 

A little machine

I stand on twice a week

Decides my fate 

Fits my worth

Around my physique 

A number that should mean nothing 

Means more than life itself 

Right now, that number that shows

Has more power than a cheerleading fan club

And a support system so strong

That number is my whole life 

And every time I stand on those scales,

It’s wrong. 

I feel trapped in a body

That I detest to the point I feel sick

If that number goes up again

That’s it. 

I can’t take this anymore

If I am a number 

And that number is wrong

And I am as worthless as I believe 

I cannot live with myself 

I cannot unweave 

This anarchy in my head

The war that persists 

The decision that is made

That should that number rise

I am to die