An Internal Storm


Though I've yet to pull myself together

There's a part of me that seems to have tethered

My body image and self neglect

Are all pure relfections of lack of self-respect.


I starve myself day by day

And there's not really much about it I can say

I hate my body in every way, shape and form

And I don't know how much longer I can fight this storm.


I'm fed up with the skin I'm in

And at this point I just want to be thin

Caving every night will never get me there

When my bones show it'll give everyone a scare.


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