Ana

"Ana" Ana tells me how to feel. Ana tells me what to wear. Ana is the dark in me; the cross I have to bear. She fills my days and haunts my nights. She always wins no matter how hard I fight. I hate her, but I love her too. I know I shouldn't, but I do. Ana controls my thoughts; my actions too. Ana yells, she screams, until I put down the food. Ana does not quit even when she's won. Ana will not be silenced until the job is done. She is a parasite who feasts as I starve. She takes all I have without guilt. She only dies when I have no more to give. She fades only as I wilt. ~Serena Mott