No, no, no,
I'm falling!

Like before but a different cliff.
It's steeper, much less gradual.
So I before I could stop it,
I had already tripped.

I feel my flame flicker from blatant lack of fuel.

Today was pretend
My own display of good health
Treatment taught me stealth

I am obsessed with me
And the space I occupy
Just to manipulate it
I betray you with lies

I cast charade
I make habits out of deceit
All so you don't know
what I don't eat

Eating together is bonding
but I can only manage half

Your eyes are a hazel terrain
A land foreign like mars
With valleys and peaks
Of yellows, browns and greens
And hints of frozen oceans

Your eyes are the geography
Of somewhere hidden and forgotten
A place I am supposed to navigate
But love, I'm so bad with directions

So give me more time
I plead
You know I have a handicap
And I will keep on trying
To orient the map

I am a mutation,
an anomaly,
unique,
a rarity,
and other words,
that mean different,
and alone.