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
Copyright © Serena Mott | Year Posted 2014
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