The Girl That's Always Full

I am 

very full, very stuffed.

Because for me, enough

is never enough.

 

If time were a pie,

mine is near consumed.

My tum aches from all I’ve taken,

yet I continue like there’s room.

 

First I craved it for my classes,

Pre-Advanced and beyond.

Hard work and rigorous thinking,

Of which I grew quite fond.

 

But it wasn’t enough.

My tum, I couldn’t satisfy.

Maybe joining a club or two,

My hunger, I would pacify.

 

Soon my hunger for one,

turned to cravings for three.

That grew and personified,

into hungry versions of me.

 

“More” I groaned,

“Its not enough for you.”

If there was anything I could,

Then would is what I’d do.

 

So my versions ran a muck,

shoving pie deep down my throat.

None cared to measure,

the space I could actually devote.

 

First my AP classes took a heaping,

Fed me without dropping a crumb.

Yet it wasn’t too uncomfortable,

As it settled in my tum.

 

Next came Student Council,

As president, it took a big chunk.

I felt the weight of responsibility,

as into my tum it sunk.

 

Yet I still made room for spoonfuls,

from DECA, and NHS,

and don’t forget Assisteens,

Now my tum was put to the test.

 

Then senior year came,

and my pie was nearly devoured.

but I wasn’t discouraged,

Instead I was empowered.

 

So here came TSA, 

among many other clubs,

That fed me their share of pie,

from big chunks to small nubs.

 

And people ask if I sleep,

If I even have time to eat or more.

I won’t lie that if I have to,

those are the spoonfuls I ignore.

 

But I must set aside pie for my loved ones,

slices for my family, my friends, and I

will never forget that without them, 

I wouldn't reach as high.

 

If time were a pie,

I’m very much filled.

I have to juggle my responsibilities,

and I’ve become quite skilled.

 

So I am left with an empty pie pan,

as I devour it every single day.

but no matter how bad my tum aches,

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

That empty pie pan defines me,

I’m the girl that’s always full.

and yes at time, it’s difficult,

but, oh, its never dull. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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