Fever

Nothing is as it seems.
Inside me, there is a slim confidant
Woman
Dying to get out.

Outside, there is a chocolate-crazed maniac
(or perhaps that is just my friend)
She doesn't have the spare tyre
That I can't seem to shift.

A nervous tic in my leg,
That doesn't seem to stop.
The nervous twitch in my eye,
That signifies the desperation.

Nothing is as it seems.
But beneath this soft exterior is a
WILL OF IRON.
That will ensure that the inner me
Flees to freedom.

Right after this next piece of chocolate...