HAYLEY GREEN CONTRIBUTING EDITOR

It chases me, and nips at my feet

My insecurities come together to form a beast

That won’t rest until I am beat

I have to put up with its constant heat

I’m too fat or too nice, never attractive at the very least

It chases me and laughs at my feet

The beast rids me of my energy until I feel deplete

As if I am property that it has just leased

It won’t leave until I am beat

One day of it being silent would be a treat

Merciless and resilient, it is preparing me for the grand feast

It chases me and nips at my feet

Happiness won’t be an easy feat

But I will fight until it is deceased

I refuse to surrender until it is beat

But of course I zip my lips and act discreet

In this day and age, my illness can only be known by my priest

It chases me and nips at my feet

I won’t rest until it is beat