Skip the meals, purge the food.
Is that really the best you can do?
She yells as I run, and all of this for my mind to be numb.
A slave to my reflection.
So ruthless and with no mercy for it's victim.
Look at you, it's so disappointing.
She whispers as the measuring tape destroys all that I was hoping.
She comes from a dark place in our minds.
Slowly sneaking up on us when we think that everything is fine.
She makes us question our worth, by the size of our girth.
She implants evil thoughts about ourselves into our heads.
Making us not want to be anything but nearly dead.
If you know who I'm writing about, I am sorry that there is still no cure.
For the black, deadly poison that is her.
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Troubled Thoughts of a Nobody
PoetryThese are all poems that I wrote when I felt like nobody else was listening. They all have to do with something that has happened to me in my past. While some are obvious, others will need some deciphering. Please enjoy these troubled thoughts of a...
