Anorexia Boy.

She's suckered you in
That temptress of sin,
You're getting to thin
Anorexia Boy.

You think you're inflated
You're emaciated.
You're death will be fated,
Anorexia Boy.

Soon you'll get sick
You'll resemble a stick,
And you'll still think you're thick.
Anorexia Boy.

You are getting addicted
To torture self-inflicted,
And you can't even pick it.
Anorexia Boy

I hope this poem gets through
To the sanity in you,
So you'll rethink what you do.
Anorexia Boy.

*Please Steph.