Invisible Weight

I have a confession to make—

I’m overweight.

Not from carbs or sweets or steak,

but from something heavier, 

an unseen load

that seems to flourish as I grow old.

It clings to my shoulders,

whispers in my ear,

tightens its grip,

straps digging deep into my skin.

But I wont let go, because it’s mine—

this burden…

of opinion.