Gnawing

It eats away at me

It is my arms

It is my tree trunk legs

I can hear my lips smack together

I keep eating

It eats away at me

It is my big feet

It is my double chin

I can feel the button on my pants tighten

I keep eating

It eats away at me

It is my puffy cheeks

It is my meaty hands

I can hear them snickering at me

I keep eating

And it still keeps eating at me

This poem is about: 
Me

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