Ana Exia

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I have a friend called Ana,

She never compliments me,

But like the true friend she is,

She tells me what I can be.

 

I have a friend called Ana,

She invited me to dinner.

But all we ate was kale

to look good on the scale.

 

I have a friend called Ana,

She distracts me from school,

Although she makes me tired,

She still leaves me inspired.

 

I have a friend called Ana,

Inside me she’s the demon

I can admit this easily

Yet I’m still not a freeman.

 

I had a friend called Ana,

She left me at the hospital.

I now know she is a bane,

So, she left like a house in a hurricane.

 

 

  • Author: Mash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2017 07:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is almost a shortened version of my experience with anorexia, each verse showing a different stage of my illness. I hope you enjoy!
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 52
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Comments3

  • Phoenix8523

    Very nicely done! -- phoenix

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • P.H.Rose

    I like this one also.
    It reads very well..



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