The Beast

I live on hearing my stomach growl.
It's like a savage beast letting out a howl.
Feasting on everything but food,
My mind's complications have been unglued.

Destroyed by a body I hate;

All I want is to be underweight.

Covering myself with baggy clothes,
It's always easier to take a second dose.
I'm full, I swear.
Full of the fact that I do not care.
No one knows.
It doesn't show.

I'm average.
The beast is still savage.