Thoughts
Thoughts
Thoughts big or small
It doesn’t matter they make my skin crawl
Fat or thin
I can never forget the double chin
Thin makes me feel
Like skipping every meal
Fat makes me feel
Ashamed as my body is concealed
Every decision I make
Is every risk I take
To get well
Under Anorexias spell
Takes every breath and thought
Ties my stomach in a knot
This disorder is not my choice
With anorexias forceful voice
Keep going
The voice keeps growing
Louder and louder
With all its might and power
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