Oh mom, I don’t eat anymore.

I’m feeling like someone you wished I wasn’t.

I’m not changing for anyone anymore.

Because days don’t pass quite as I thought it’d be.

Lately I’ve been growing too much, I can’t hide in the closet.

You’d know how much I hated running, now I run any chance I get.

So, I’ll be there first and lose a couple of pounds along the ways.

And In days where I don’t run, I’ll feast of the things the doctors say no to.

I’ll look at the people I love most and think “not you”.

I found my peace in a boy again.

Aftermaths on my cheeks decorated with tearstains.

Guess it’s generational the way we’d think something is rational.

I found my way back into pills again.

This time they really should put me on a restrain.

And that’s something everyone agrees on being irrational.

Now I’ll leave the devil I know for the heaven I don’t. But regardless, here’s to a year I’ll remember most.