My best friend says
I have a serious problem
And she doesn't believe I'm eating
I say I eat
Plenty like her
I just have high metabolism
I wish
Like hell, she says
When was the last time you ate?
She asks
And her face is creased with worry
Maybe I don't want pity
Maybe I just want to be alone
I'm fine
Fine
Fine
Always fine
Never good, never bad
Just fine, because I must hide
My emotions, my feelings
Everything
So on the outside, I fake my smiles
And build up the walls to let no one inside
Can't let people know more than what they already have heard
Rumours, gossip
They spread about me
Always behind my back
One day I wish to be
Just like them
Laughing and happy and knowing
Without a care in the world
Because of course
They really do have high metabolism
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
