Getting Back UP

Getting Back Up

I took one hard fall,

I practically ran into a wall.

It hardly went unnoticed,

I had to find something to do.

I just sat there and felt like poo.

I realized I had to get my mind off things.

I know I can always count of food.

Its always there for me.

I sit at home, I binge eat my delicious treats.

I say ice cream is what I can count,

it never disappoints.

Ice cream will forever and always get me back up.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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