I work retail;
An 8 hour shift feels like days without sleep.
I lock myself in my bedroom
When I get home or in the office
If I'm at work.
My body and mind are my home,
And they are
Killing me.
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People flood in
And out of the store
Just browsing, when really
They should be browsing for themselves.
'How can I help you?'
'Oh, I'm just looking'
'What are you looking for?'
'Why I am breathing today.'
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I am on the cusp of
Being obese;
Only some people
Can see it.
My stomach grows an inch
Everyday.
It's an armrest
That is always with me.
No,
I am not pregnant.
I am just tired
Of myself
Trying
To
Impress.
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I write this on my couch,
As the sun bids the day goodbye.
I have pain
In my lower back and
My eyes are running
From allergy season.
My emotions are lit
Inside my soul.
I am uncomfortable
In my skin.
I want to run, but I know
That would turn into a catastrophe.
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