The Voice of Anorexia

My colourful soul is seeping through my skin But Ana is a beauteous monster And I cannot stop letting her in. Someone get a doctor, She’s stuck inside my head And if I don’t get her out, I’m sure to wind up dead. Her voice it makes me shout And cry out in pain. When I am offered food, She makes me seem insane. I am in her constant servitude. Oh will I ever be free? When will I escape And bring back the old me? I don’t want to feel sick But I don’t want to gain. So if I want to be a stick, Then sick I shall remain. 30/04/2021