I Am Hungry

I am hungry, Like a matchbox girl in December, Threadbare and falling apart, Shivering as I stand alone. I am hungry, Like a teenage girl in front of a mirror, Pinching her skin and breathing in, Begging herself to be pretty. I am hungry, Like a stray dog in a blinding city, Fighting for scraps amongst my kind, Hoping to make it one more night. I will always be hungry, Like a matchbox girl, Like a starving teen, Like a stray dog. I will always be hungry, Shivering as I stand alone, Begging myself to be pretty, Hoping to make it one more night. I will always be hungry, Until I breath my final breath, Until I avoid my last meal, Until I fight my last fight.