Really Wanted

He didn't really want the superman cape, he wanted to fly. And I didn't really want the food, I wanted the feelings. ~ Vicki W

I’d drive past the doughnut shop and my head demand fritters.
If I yielded I’d consider asking one be cut in pieces,
say I’ll pay full price for less pastry since I knew so well
it was more than I should eat…like at least a hundred percent.
I never did, though. And never tossed the other half
without the request. I always thought I needed, wanted fritters.
But fritters didn’t fix things, didn’t remove the fear, the ire,
the boredom, the feelings of self-loathing. They only made them worse.
Like a child asking for a Superman cape believing it could make him fly
I longed for sweets to sooth a troubled soul they only made morose.