Body Dysmorphic Disorder

The doctors tell me I need to stop Slowly as my weight begins to drop I must be perfect can’t you see Please no cameras pointed at me The thoughts consume my mind as I achieve my goal Falling into this bottomless hole The taunting voices fill my head Ugly and fat is what they said Crying in front of the mirror as I grab the skin Screaming over and over “I just want to be thin” Cover it up make it unknown Scrolling through instagram only to see the perfect models as I throw my phone Isolating myself I have no one at all But I can’t let people see my flaws No going in public I must hide No friends... no Bonnie to my Clyde No one by my side