Squashed

My thoughts at times crushing

like a fat man on a mouse

At times they get so heavy

I don't want to leave the house

My thoughts are mine

but if you're brave, I'll gladly share

They might tell you that I'm scary

They might show you that I care

My sumo thoughts should lose some weight

around the middle, thighs and chins

For when the bell rings and the death match is over

I'm going to be the wrestler who wins