please, that I may see God's face, write in the stars what you mean
if you will not tell me.

Poet never thinks of anything in return;
Imagination is everything he gets in his life!

I have manipulated this poem
To be a mask of emotions
Not letting you know
I am falling apart
Because bulimia is only for girls

Men do not reject their self worth
Due to pressure from society
A consistent of not good enough
Photoshopped billboards

Recalling my most recent meal
In attempt to match my expectations
The ones I have created for myself
Through tainted understandings
Of the world around me

hope