I keep feeding and feeding
Good stuff and junk 
Years and years of letting all these food in
Now I am bloated
Walk around with a sour face
in pain everyday
It is so bad
I pretend to be fine
I am constipated and it is destroying my mind.

Afraid to let it out because it will hurt
So I walk around with years of junk
Trying to live with it
Toxins have made me sad and anngry.

I am constipated from feeding myself
With lies from the enemy
from regection, molestation, failures, assaults, abuse and a
whole lot a junk, from reserving my gifts and talents

I am constipated
Want to let it out, to free myself to get a ease
its killing me
Yet I smile