half of me is not where it should be

They binge drink and I binge eat,
none of us purge, we keep in our defeat,
and I wash then rinse the plate away,
and repeat this system every day.
I try to find peace in this piece of cake,
I try to find love in some chicken bake,
I want to find a hug in this chocolate shake ,
I need to find hope in salisbury steak.
But I'm so full, but why do I feel so empty?
I've filled all these holes with the food I eat,
I wish to find love but for now it's just me,
and I keep on trying to beet the words into myself.
That my world is not reality, I'm just so alone,
and this world doesn't want me.
This world looks for people who are perfect and pretty,
and they strive everyday to reach the top of that list.
While I'm down here.
I'm not trying to complain, I've learned to swallow this,
with the ice cream and pizza and everything that doesn't fill the hole,
I just want to be one half of a whole,
but everyone keeps matching two rights with no left,
and every time I sit behind, I'm left by myself,
and I surely have a hole in me,
but until this world learns to be accepting I'm alone,
I'm just the half without a whole.