A Concouring Disease

by Miranda   Dec 15, 2007


When I was little,
I was bullied by everyone.
I had no hope of getting friends.
Now it's different.

I have a great best friend,
and other friends too.
But I'm still getting bullied.
It's not from them,its from me.

It's from the disease.
It yells at me,just like they did.
But it says worse things.
And I just can't ignore it.

"Your a fat,disgusting pig!
You will never be loved.
Only horrible people will love you."
It knows all my weaknesses.

"Don't eat that!
You need to lose weight!
Stop eating!Your pathetic!"
I hear it all the time.

"It's amazing you have a friend at all!
It's any body's guess what she see's in you.
You are the worst friend ever!
Oh,Don't tell me you were thinking otherwise!"

"Your an ugly,fat stupid girl!
Don't even try to ignore me!
I can make you do anything!
Sure,try to fight.Your too weak."

It's right.I'm too weak!
I can't stop these thoughts.
I can't even force myself to eat!
This isn't fair.It needs to stop!

But I know it won't.
Before it started I said
"only 5 pounds,then I'll eat."
I've lost about 25.

And I'm still fat.
I don't even know if i am,
to tell the honest truth.
Every time I look at myself it starts.

"Oh,look it's you again.
Will you stop looking at yourself.
What,do you need to confirm your still fat?
Just ask everyone around you."

I try to fight it.
It's just too strong.
I know I'm not the only one.
We all need to fight it.

We all need to get help.
Stand up to your disease!
Don't believe your fat!
And finally,try to eat.

If only it was that easy.

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