Looking at my clothes
I pick what I shall wear carefully,
The first day of middle school
Is something I'm dreading.

Maybe they will have forgotten
That I'm so dreadfully thin,
Perhaps they won't notice
If I wear this sweatshirt

But what is the use?
Words like anorexic and bulimic
Haunt my ears
I can't escape this hell.

The next few years
Will they carry on like this?
If I shrink and hide,
Will they not see my anymore?

Keeping silent is the key
I've slowly been forgotten,
An occasional glare is thrown
But I can live with that.