Fifteen hours since my last.
Do I continue with my fast?
Or do I surrender like
A child made outcast.
What does it matter?
My determination will shatter
And the heft of my
Weight will only grow fatter.
As society tells me lies
And my self confidence dies,
I have no other option
But to build a disguise.
Now I am trapped between
Both with skin so sheen
Giving conflicting statements,
To neither I am keen.
Primitive Poetry 