Get It Together

You need to open your eyes You’ve let yourself go I don’t know what happened But get your ducks in a row You’ve gained some weight A little to say the least Is it the medication you’re taking? Or are you on a mission to feast? I don’t feel as though I have My clothes still fit me the same Even articles from many years ago Still fit my maintained frame Is your mission in life to hurt me? And destroy my self-esteem? These things I’d never say to you For their words unable to redeem I guess I’d never dream of telling you Things which would cause you pain I guess when all is said and done You’re the one unable to refrain Realizing why, Bulimia was my lust Disgusted disappointment with every glance Unable to meet your expectations I never stood a chance © Stacy Lynn Stiles