You Are What You Eat

They say you are what you eat

and I was raised on a diet of empty

now I am hollow

I eat guilt in place of lemon cake

because it lands at the bottom of my stomach like a feather

and all I want is to be lightweight

so I keep eating summer air

but the mere breeze doesn’t make me shrink

and it doesn’t keep me breathing

they say you are what you eat

I keep eating mistakes

and I was one

I keep eating my secrets so I can be mysterious

But the only thing it makes me is

sicker

Maybe I should eat a bandage

So I could become a fixer upper

For my broken heart

Maybe I should eat happy

But she ran away

with another greedy fucker