"Fat."
"Ugly."
"Disgusting."
She cannot bare the sight of her own reflection,
Yet she can't tear her eyes away.
Every inch, every pound, every flaw,
Growing harder to look at each day.
"Weak."
"Useless."
"Stupid."
Now she feels in control,
When in reality, she is lost.
She is dying from the inside,
At the twisted beauty's cost.
"Unloved."
"Unwanted."
"Forgotten."
Trapped in Ana's demented vision,
She is consumed by her fear.
She can no longer escape,
Only wait for death to draw near.
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Anorexia
PoetryI'm doing a project thing on anorexia for school, so I wrote this while I was waiting for supper...
