toss over and turn
don't look down
don't let it burn
muscles sore
and stomach churns
i'll never be for what i yearn
i wish i could love her
but she is what i despise
no skipped meals
no routine
can fix whats died inside her eyes
guilt of consumption
nothing enough
dying of envy
seven pounds but a scuff
no body to desire for
no intelligence to impress
not an inch of athleticism
no accomplishments to stress
no features to make up for
the mediocrity of her talent
her heart is flooding
but her confidence is stagnant
because truly she harbors
nothing to want
an exasperating onus
just short of the mark
