There are days I avoid the scale like a plague
Because I think I\'m huge when I only eat one meal a day.
I can\'t maintain eye contact with the person in the mirror
Because it\'s rude to stare at strangers and,
Lately I feel like a stranger.
My gaze cuts through my thigh,
And in my reflection I am reminded of relapse,
Of breaking down,
Of disappointing,
Of being someone other than who they picture me to be,
Because how could I be so fucking depressed if I\'m so funny?
If I can help others climb to views in their minds they never thought they\'d see,
Using my pain as a ladder so that I can take a peek,
Laying foundations with my heavy words for the sake of their inner peace?
I have done all of these things for you,
But now I don\'t recognize me.