It creeps into my room again,
filling me with fear.
I wish it would just go away
and let me be happy here.
The air inside turns icy cold,
sends shivers down my spine.
It comes in every morning,
All my darkest fears combined.
I reach out a hand to touch it
Just to check it's real.
It tries to smile and I try too
But all my happiness it steals.
It copies every move I make
Mocking me with glee.
I step back and I realise
The thing I'm staring at is me.

She stares into the mirror
And sees her ugly face
She just wants to be pretty
Not a pitiful disgrace.

She just wants to be let go
From the clutches of dispair
To be thin, not fat and ugly
Like her friends. It's so unfair.

She hears as people laugh at her
As she waddles down the street
She dies a little more inside
With everything she eats.

She hasn't eaten much for weeks
And she won't eat today
She doesn't care about much else
Just how much she weighs.

She can't see the jutting bones
Or skin so pale and gaunt
She's not in control anymore
It's the fear of fat that haunts.

People always look right through me,
It's like I'm never there.
There's nothing there, nothing to see
Just boring plain thin air.

I try to speak but no one hears
My voice just like a breeze.
Everyone shouts loud and clear
Ignoring me with ease.

I walk straight by, you'll never know,
No one to notice me.
These are the colours that will never show
This face, you'll never see.

I walk a long a lonely path
So far away from now.
Watching people talk and laugh
In ways I don't know how.

I fade away, I have no choice
You'll never know my name.
You'll never even hear my voice.
This is me, Miss Cellophane.