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
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