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I believed I could depend on them

For my nourishment

So I opened my can of secrets

But they spilled the contents

All over the kitchen table

And threw me out

Like expired leftovers.



I ate up every word they said

Until they devoured

Me to fill their cravings for power

Over me.

They chewed on me

And spit me out

Because they didn't like the flavor.



Since then, I've been feeding

On their deception and rejection

How I despise the taste!

But I didn't stop eating

Until I finished my plate

And washed it down

With a glass of hate.



I blame them for

My famished perspective on life.

They quenched my thirst

With betrayal and torment

And left me numb

Because they discarded me

Like their unwanted crumbs.



They are my excuse

For being a recluse

For liquefying into a puddle

Of isolation and depression

Until all that remained

Was my appetite for pain.

My life has been so malnourished.



I've been depriving

Myself of all those necessary

Life-sustaining nutrients.

And I'm afraid to admit

I've been missing out

By avoiding all that

Life had to dish out.



I want to savor life

Instead of letting

Fear consume me.

The only way to satisfy my hunger

Is to starve my self-feasting pity

And cater to those

That will swallow me whole.

Rewrite 2012

I believed I could depend on them
for my nourishment
so I opened my can of secrets,
but they spilled the contents
all over the kitchen table
and threw me out
like expired leftovers.

I ate up every word they said
until they devoured me
to fill their cravings for power
over me.

They chewed on me
and spit me out
because they didn't like the flavor.

Since then, I've been feeding
on their deception and rejection.

How I despise the taste!

But I didn't stop eating
until I finished my plate
and washed it down
with a glass of hate.

I blame them for
my famished perspective on life.

They quenched my thirst
with betrayal and hurt
and left me numb
because they discarded me
like their unwanted crumbs.

They are my excuse
for becoming a recluse,
for liquefying into a puddle
of isolation and depression
until all that remained
was my appetite for pain.

My life has been so malnourished;
I've been depriving
myself of all those
life-sustaining nutrients.

And I'm afraid to admit
I've been missing out
by avoiding all that life
had to dish out.

I want to savor life
instead of letting
fear consume me.

The only way to satisfy my hunger
is to starve my self-feasting pity
and cater to those
that will swallow me whole.