Eating makes me feel I'm fat,
every time I eat something I want to throw up.
I look in the mirror I see another me.
A Person, a stranger, a monster,
a person full of confusion inside,
not being able to tell what I want.
A person that's fat in the inside,
skinny on the outside.
A person, a stranger, a monster,
a stranger I don't want to meet,
to scared to see my body die.
As days pass, i see the darkest come by,
that day my body cannot go on.
A person, a stranger, a monster,
I can hear the monster call me,
telling me your fat,
look at those big tights, at fatty chicks.
I try to ignore the monster, but it
follows me the whole time.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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5 comments:
ANALY!!! this takes a step into anothers shoes which is GREAT!!! i think its wonderful that you took the time to think what it would be like to be in anothers shoes.... Especially one who has a "monster" called "anorexia or belimia"
O My God i LOVE your poem it realy got to me! It realy gives a message
Wow... great poem... The form in which the poem was written makes it easier for the reader to understand the feelings of the person.... B-E-A-U-TI-FUL!!!
I like your poem
wow me gusta mucho tu poem!!! i feel like u really got the message out there. good job!
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