Why her and not me?

The scariest thing happened to me today, I was sat in the VIth form centre, writing poetry. It was nice stuff, a couple of Haikus, a poem about diets and things, when my hand and brain went into overdrive. I was thinking about the stuff in America, and how I was going to post something on here about it all. Then my hand started writing, capital letters, scrawling across the page. Fucking was the word of choice, and it was the scariest thing, I didn't think I was capable of writing that stuff. Here's one of the other ones, really shite poems, and all lah-di-dah if you ask me...

As I sit and sip my diet coke
And My Stomach aches for food
sit and think

How can She say she is fat?
Her boyfriend teases her
And then there's me

I've tried so hard to be thin
Fad diets they never work
And she eats loads

But then I look at her face
I want someone who loves me
and then my body

I smile in her ignorance
She sees not what I see here
But still, Diet Coke.

Whaddya think? I don't think it's too hot, but then again, I never will. mail me on the line below and tell me. I may post the scary one tomorrow, I'm too tired now :(