My Killing Disease
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
Ugly and fat,
I want it to end,
But I know I cant.
I starve myself,
Because I hate the way I look,
But what I hate the most,
Is when I have to cook.
This disease is killing me,
I wish it would end,
But it’s the key,
To being thin.
Her voice is so loud,
She is all I hear,
All those mean words,
She whispers in my ear.
She Is my enemy and my friend,
I will love her til the end,
She has always been there for me,
And I know she will never leave.
I'm sorry to everyone I have hurt,
But I cant leave her,
I know she treats me like dirt,
But I need her inspiring words.
This friend of mine,
I call her ana,
She is not always kind,
Because her voice tells me,
What to eat,
So I can be like the the skinny girls,
I see on the T.V
She tells be when I have failed,
And what I have to do to reach my goal weight,
Which means I cant eat cake,
Because if I do, then,
I know,
I will never be thin.
~Ashley~
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