I let my pen speak for me

When my voice remains silent and I need to vent. I speak the words from my pen while the ink colors the page with words that echoes my rage from the emotional attack that I endured and had pent up for days- with no outlet for release, no escape.

I let my pen speaks for me when you blatantly express your disappointment and disdain for the extra pounds that I have gain, all the while forgetting that I am human and I feel pain.

Yet I am the one who has no shame because I overindulge in all the delicious meals that I make Ignoring the burns on my hands and the cut that I got from a broken plate. 'Don’t overreact' you said, 'you will be fine it’s only a small scrape'. After all the hours on my feet I was told to make myself some vegies and that the meal that I had prepared I wasn’t to partake because I should be mindful of my calorie intake.

I let my pen speaks for me when you peel away all my layers, leaving me naked and bare. Just so you can point out to me all my unflattering features while you remind me that it’s only because you care. As if your words telling me how greedy I am and that I want to spoil my body is exactly what I want to hear- To put...