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Why

My stomach is growling,

My head is pounding,

My breath is shaky;

But it is satisfying.

 

My stomach is slimming,

My thigh gap is showing,

My face is thinning,

But it is satisfying.

 

My skin is tight,

My bones are protruding,

My weight is below average;

Yet it is satisfying.

 

I can still feel the fat,

I can still feel the weight,

I can still hear your comments;

I am not yet satisfied.

 

I cannot eat yet,

I cannot eat,

I will not eat;

Not until I am satisfied.

 

I let the thoughts win,

I let your words win,

I let you win;

Are you satisfied?

Copyright © Daisy Tyrrell | Year Posted 2018

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Susan Gentry Date: 5/17/2018 1:02:00 AM A thought-provoking emotional poem you have written. My problem was different but the same also. No one has to struggle alone... This is well written and desperation is palpable in this piece. Login to Reply Daisy Tyrrell Date: 5/17/2018 4:23:00 AM thankyou so much this one was a quite hard write but it was all abut expressing my emotions xx

Emile Pinet Date: 5/16/2018 1:55:00 PM A touching and sad poem dealing with the disorder of Anorexia. We are confronted with all the pain that is connected with this serious problem in a personal way. This is a deep piece and it struggles with feelings of helplessness and uncertainty. The deep pool of emotion poured forth in this work almost drowns the reader. Good work! Login to Reply Daisy Tyrrell Date: 5/17/2018 4:23:00 AM thankyou xx