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I sit at my cafeteria table surrounded by many but feeling alone.
I look out upon the place that is supposed to be happy and fair, instead
I see girls that drink iced coffee for every meal,
you sit in darkness,
alone,
scared,
and one day a single light
nothing too bright
but ever so big.
it starts out as one,
Beat me down
Pull my hair
A constant frown
It's so unfair
My mind is distorted
It makes me see things that aren't really there
My body is contorted
God, I wish I didn't care