I hate it when people say I’m eating my emotions

Because that is something I won’t ever do

If given the choice between food and emotions

I most certainly will choose food

Nobody eats their sadness

I imagine

It would rush back up your throat and choke you

Again and again

Wondering why do I have to feel this way

When I’m just trying to pass you on into the next stage of my digestive system

You make me cry

Who wants to swallow depression?

I’m sure they've tried

And the probable reason why no one lives to tell the tale

Is that they have all died

I’m not eating my emotions

I’m drowning in them

So when I eat all I’m doing is building a fort to step on

To get me a little higher so that at least my fat nose can get some air

I’m trying to bury them

Leave them way way underneath in the depths of my soul

Just so I don’t feel the pea at the bottom my mountain of matrices made of burgers and fries

No one eats their emotions

Because quite frankly they taste horrible

So in place of sorrow I grab an Oreo

And some soda to wash it down in place of my tears washing down my eyeliner

I’m making the better choice

Don’t I seem smart now?

• Thank you for reading xx. This one is from my new poetry collection Little Girl Blue.