Stick Girl

This poem is about my anorexia

They say I'm "to thin" and "we can See your bones
but they don't know what its like to feel alone

i look at my ribs and see them jutting out
food and drink i can surly live without

"look at me now" i shout to the world
as my vision swayed and twirled

i look at myself in the mirror every day
then i measure and re-weigh

I'm constantly cold and can't get warm
cause I'm anemic and my blood won't form

"I'm not fat" i say with a sigh
"I'm obese!" and start to cry

it won't end until my demise
or at least until i don't have thighs