My Friend

How can she say,
She is my friend,
When I lay here on the floor,
Head bowed and shoulders broken,
Not the comfort I expected

She dictates my day accordingly,
From morning till mid after,
Right through to sundown
I never have my say,

She doesnt like the way I look,
My hips to big and face to wide,
My fingers fat and palms sweaty,
What is it I was meant to do,
To make her say different,

She doesnt like the way I look,
My stomach flabby and chest hanging,
My lack of cheeks and collar bone,
What is it I was meant to do,
To make her see different,

Not to worry she did say
I know just the thing for you,
Told me stories of other friends,
Of how they sat in their fat,
But ascended to her best friend,

Asking if there be another way,
My teeth are rotting and discoloured,
My hands are bruised and swollen,
What is it I am meant to say,
To make her stop this now,

Asking if there be another way,
My hair is dry and falling out,
My eyes are dizzy and all a haze,
What is it I am meant to say,
To make her stop me now,

Is this what a friend would do?

Make me cry till my cheeks are dry,
Push me down when I try to stand,
Laugh at me when Ive had enough,
Smile when I cant answer back,
Is this what my friend would do?

Ever since she came that day,
Ive never slept a night,
My head in other darker places,
Like a friend should do,
I tell my secrets to,
But it be these very things,
That make me so weak,

But it makes my friend happy.

What does she mean,
I am not good enough to be her friend?
She came to me,

After our long friendship,
I still, have not yet seen her face,
Promises she makes to me,
That i will be so pretty,
Better than all her other friends,

She still doesnt like the way I look,
My bitten lip and peeling skin,
My retching stench and toothless smile,
My sharp cheeks and narrow eyes,
My jolting hips and tiny wrists,
What is it I am meant to do,
How long must I go on for her,
To make her see the difference,

She tells me to be good,
And at first i disobeyed,
And i regret every mouth full