I can’t trust my own body.
My mind craves food,
but my stomach throws it back at me.
Thirty seconds of uncontrolled rejection.
Fifty-two of unhealthy affection.
Staring in the mirror,
my mind hates what it sees.
And my eyes turn away because each one agrees.
Thinking one thing, then doing another.
Wanting a best friend, but needing a mother.
Pain isn’t the problem,
I can take quite a lot.
But my mind is against me,
injecting poison with every thought.