Fat

I am truly forgotten. I may need to go

on hunger strike, to get some recognition.

It is hard to accept that even my brother

is off my case. My guardians cringe

when there’s something raw to handle.

Father, despite his weirdness, knew me

better. I cannot idle here much longer.

The dayroom has become an insufferable

dungeon. My friend has been shifted

to the high-security wing, after she

attacked an orderly. I think I’m mortifying

from inside. If I get fat, I shall end it all.

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