A slab a meat
Three spoonfuls of rice
A pile of beans
Yeah that sounds alright
A healthy meal
Upon my plate
That was the last time
I truly ate
After that meal
I looked in the mirror
And on that day
It couldn’t be clearer
I wanted to be skinny
I wanted to be thin
And this is when
My anorexia journey begins
The next day
At the table
I said I wasn’t hungry
My mom said you have to eat
Or your gonna be weak
And my joke wasn’t funny
But what she didn’t understand
Was that it wasn’t a joke
My stomach is rumbling
But my mind says nope
And I’m not trying
To grab for the rope
Just one bite
Seems too much
Maybe a sip of water
Wil be enough
I don’t want to be fat
I want to be pretty
And the only way I can do that
Is to be skinny
- Author: Lexi_lg ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2018 23:48
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about someone's struggle with anorexia.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments1
You described the anorexia problem perfectly, Lexi! Well written.
thx
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