Poetry.

Stepping on the scale

Praying I lost weight

The number that the scale tells me

Determines my fate

I lost five pounds

Only twenty more to go

I promise I'll stop then

But you don't think so

Do aerobics at 5:00am

Then at one and eight

Desperately trying to get rid of

This fat body that I hate

Breakfast I don't eat

Lunch a piece of bread

Dinner I'll feed the toilet monster

Tomorrow's meals I dread

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