When I stand with the fridge open for way too long
then close it without getting anything,
When I do the same with the pantry,
When I get mad that I’m hungry and you’re not,
I am defeated.
I’ve let the eating disorder win, and you don’t realize what’s going on.
To you, I’m moody,
but if I could tell you what’s going on
you would realize I am stuck inside my head.
When that happens, I need you to say:
“Hey, what if I make this for dinner?”
but sometimes I just need a hug instead.
And I can never figure out which one it is,
so I’d rather just be secretly frustrated.