They call you names.
They tear away at any piece of sanity you still posses.
You starve yourself,
to be "skinny".
Your demons keep you up,
So you get no sleep.
You are cornered,
left in the dark.
Surrounded by the people who you
aspire so much to be like.
You believe it is the only way to evade them.
Each of their harsh words another cut on your wrists,
burn on your arm,
and hit your face.
All to be who they want you to be.
But,
What about what you want?