You are my continence,
You make me so conscious,
When around .... I get so flustered,
You see, You tell me I cannot be trusted,
Not because of the weight,
Just because I have trouble, I get in a state,
When I know everyone will be I get in a panic,
It's like a shock of static,
Can't stand to be around it anymore,
I hide to quietly behind my door,
Feel it in my head,
Soon I hope to be dead,
This is to you,
My so new found fear of food...
