A walk through the woods
led me to two paths
one a dirt road
the other a yellow brick road
one for my past
the other my future
'Which road to take,
I don't know'
Decisions need to be made
before they were made for me
don't want that so soon
'I really want my future to go on
Like having the past go by me'
Taking a huge chance
I walk down the yellow brick road
-Apr 11'98
There's so many good food
The smell is unbearable
I just want one taste, one chance
Soon I find myself grabbing what
My hands could touch and hold
The mouth is now working overtime
Grumbling is my stomach
Not physical hunger
But emotional hunger
I can't seem to stop this cycle
It has taken over my mind
Filled with thoughts of just
Getting the food down
To fill my need and nothing matters
I quickly wait for the shame and guilt
Walking downstairs to the washroom
Stick my hand down the throat
I wait until I feel nauseous
Then the food comes up and goes away
Down the toilet it goes
Waiting for me to finish my duty
freshed
I no longer feel dirty
I am the one in control
Not this rich food I call
my worst enemy
-Apr 12'98
