My Problems Are Getting Better

I've had a broken toe for several months; My anger displacement blames it all on the old runts. For, I live amongst a bunch of witches; Who are mostly all evil snitches. Because all they want to do is gossip about everyone around; They have to start as much trouble as they can before they end up in the ground. They used to always have a comment about my weight; fat or thin; That is where my hatred for them begins. I have been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa; The old woman didn't know they were insensitive; duh! You're not supposed to say insensitive things to one with an eating disorder; They were really crossing a border. But, I'm no angel; gossip I do; With my man and friends; a few. For I can be mean, and I can be nice; It's all a matter of rolling the dice. But, if I hold it all in, I'll either get depressed or explode; Because holding feelings in is a heavy load. So, my man and I talk constantly to let it all out; That's what a relationship is all about. But, the things we can't tell each other; we tell our friends; And, boy, the chaos never ends!