it's hardly a struggle but it still reoccurs
in the back of my mind it's always there
floating around in the midst of my thoughts
and whenever I look at myself
in the full-length mirror it pops up
"You're fat," "You're ugly," "No one could ever love you."
though the scale points to 105 pounds
the mirror portrays 200
insecure and unhealthily modest
I slowly become
I complain of my weight and all my friends laugh
and crack jokes at my bony body
but the reality is there, and they don’t understand
the toll it has on my life
they don't realize the problem that’s deeper
than the surface of my sarcasm
"You don't know what fat is," they scoff
but its engraved in my brain, into my eyes
I can't detect the truth from the lies
no one will listen to me
no one takes me seriously
but the pain is real
and it won't go away
just like the thoughts and just like the fear
day after day, year after year
the scale continues to drop
but the deception of the mirrors increase
and I can't escape
there is no escape
who will help me before I wither away?
This is an excellent poem, you are right it is no joke but many people don't understand that so they make jokes and don't understand how much harder it makes the struggle. This poem is very well written and maybe it will help people understand anorexia better.
Simple but powerful and truthful. Delivers a a sincere message. Wonderful work.