They say I'm "to thin" and "we can See your bones
but they don't know what its like to feel alone
i look at my ribs and see them jutting out
food and drink i can surly live without
"look at me now" i shout to the world
as my vision swayed and twirled
i look at myself in the mirror every day
then i measure and re-weigh
I'm constantly cold and can't get warm
cause I'm anemic and my blood won't form
"I'm not fat" i say with a sigh
"I'm obese!" and start to cry
it won't end until my demise
or at least until i don't have thighs
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