My Habit

My Habit You say I eat a lot— But a lot eats me. I got stress I can’t tame, Hate that drives me insane. So many therapists I can't name, Yet still love you and can't cause you shame. Before you judge me based on my order, Saying I have an eating disorder— Ask: What the hell in this world is in order? You don’t see the hate, The anger, The envy I swallow with my food. You just say, “Nah, dude.” You think I don’t already know You’re ashamed of my belly? But I don’t care lately, 'Cause food tells me: “Take it easy.” It’s not that I can’t control my eating. It’s just your drama, Your perfect bodies— They make me overthink. And I hate that. But I can’t scream... So I overeat. So next time you say, "Here’s something small to eat," I’ll pass— Because I overheat. Look, sugar… I love you. But this? This is better than a trillion tattoos. 'Cause you stress me out with everything you do. I hope you understand if you love me too. So what do you say... A buffet for two? By Little One and Nova