Sitting at the table is really scary.
Adults are too close, and I'm feeling very weary,
Watching all our movements as we shovel in the food.
Katie's pigging in everything, but they say I'm being rude!
I don't like stupid carrots but I really like the pie.
I take a bit of Sophie's and then she starts to cry.
Sarah says, 'don't do that', but I just carry on.
I don't care if she's angry, I quite like feeling wrong!
Charlie's very chatty and eats up all her veg.
Sarah looks like she's cracking up and verging on the edge.
William eats quietly, he hasn't raised his head.
Sophie looks quite funny when her face is very red.
Sarah asks her nicely if she would like some of the pie.
Sophie says she's fine, but I know that is a lie.
Charlie just keeps shovelling, she hasn't got much left.
She asks Sarah for her pudding but is told to 'have a rest'.
Sophie's even redder and looks like she might pop.
Sarah's getting cross now and shouts we need to stop.
Dinner time is over and I need to clear my plate.
I do it very slowly as I want to stay up late.
Charlie's very whiny and hasn't had her drink.
Sarah starts complaining that she can't even think!
I reach into the cupboard when Sarah is in the loo.
I grab a load of biscuits then don't know what to do.
Katie comes to help me and put some up her skirt.
We'd better get out of here before we get hurt.
We're slope off to the bedroom, had the biscuits in the drawer.
Sarah is right behind us as some fall on the floor.
Katie screams and lies alot, says 'it wasn't me!' Oh, here we go again, let's blame Rosie Rudey!
I haven't got those pathways built to let me know.
That you'll always feed me and you'll never let me go.
I truly cannot recognise when my tummy is quite full.
Or believe that you will feed me when I get back home from school.
I'm not just being greedy, need to stay alive.
Food is often hoarded as I'm wired to survive.
I think you might have noticed that I always clear my plate.
Then tell you I'm hungry when it's getting rather late.
Baby should have parents who get up in the night.
To feed them if they're crying, rock them till they're right.
My experience: No one came to see me.
No one even cared it was full of wee...
