I feel like a fat person with a malnourished soul

My appearance in the mirror- round and soft

But on the inside- I am skin and bones

A body isn’t the only thing that needs fed

My soul is hungry, _starving_

For experiences that set it on fire

For the happiness at the end of the princess movies

For the fulfillment, the peace, the joy

My soul takes refuge in my head

Where it can travel and see the wonders of the world

Write many great novels and read even more

Paint the beautiful lilacs when they’re in bloom

My inner compass spins, searching for true north

A place to feed my soul, to greedily gulp until it cannot anymore

To feel truly whole, to be satisfied

For my soul’s appearance to match my bloated physique

Fat on the outside, skin and bones on the inside

What I’d do to switch the two