Control Freak

She promised me control

and gave me just that

for a price

my life,

my body,

my soul.

 

Trips to a box

to rid myself of fuel

so happily consumed

so easily expelled

leaving me spiraling 

out 

of 

Control

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

griffith_jay1024

hi! my name is Jay and I really loved this poem. I really felt this on a personal level and am doing a poetry program on bulimia for my speech and debate events. would you mind me using this poem?

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