Diet

I can look at my friends
they all buy with no care
Forty dollars for simple gray pants
Fashion of high quality
My favorite green sweater
My only sweater
They whip out the plastic to pay
I feel in my pocket
Two dull quarters
It is hard
I am hungry
They munch on fries at the café
My stomach growls for its treat
I watch
Cell phones ring
They have no clue
What I go threw
Pass due bills fill a counter
Fighting over what to pay
I hide what I am
So skinny they say
what's my secret?
As they tip the pizza man
I had already eaten at home
Always an excuse
Why cant I
Cause, I can't afford to.
I say goodbye and watch my friend's parents pick them up
Their Nine to Five sifts are over
My parents begin job number two and three
I zip up my coat for the walk home.

02/05/2002

Posted on 02/05/2002
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