Appetite of a People-Pleaser

Ideas forming out of thin air

These indulgences none can compare

So many flavors that one would abhor

Even though I've had enough

I still demand

Give me more

I need a whole personality

Something inordinately sweet

Order anything you'd like

Nothing's changing my mind

I don't care how unhealty it is

'Cus there isn't anything I'd rather be

Call me obsequious

I guess I'm a bit dramatic

Sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic

Give me your dire expectations

And I'll consume perfection

You are what you eat, after all

Everything combines into one

So many flavors that one would abhor

And I know I've had enough

I've gone too far

Now that I've become a full-course identity

Take a bite of me

I hope that I've become a favorable delicacy

That I'm worth something

I'll eat 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet

Just to make them happy

Wondering why I'm a burden or so it seems

Aren't I everything?

Maybe if I try a little harder, it will be okay one day

Keep on eating more and more

Divide my life away into servings

And go beyond the point of no return

I know I'm subservient but all of this is necessary

Sometimes my appetite is violently contrary

Irreconcilable perceptions

Appeal to my obsessions the nausea is overwhelming

Whether I've been caramelized or rotten to the core

Which one should I be?

'Cuz I dunno who I'm supposed to be anymore

And it's sickening

I'll overeat the implications of your thoughts

Just to make you happy

Nonetheless, I feel my insides are tied to knots

Aren't I more than everything?

I'm a recipe for entropy

I'm too overwhelming

Give me your validation

I can taste your apprehension

These flavors of personality

Are hindering my likeability

My impulsive desire

My appetite has spoiled my urge to satisfy

Everyone will like me more without it

Everyone will like me more without it

Now that I've become the perfect identity

Take a bite of me

I hope that I've become a flavorless delicacy

That I'm good enough

And now that I've become the perfect identity

What else do you need?

'Cus I dunno who I'm supposed to be anymore

And I'm starving

I'll purge 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet

Why aren't you happy?!

Nonetheless, I know my insides are empty

Aren't I more than everything?