I swear to god.
I’m being watched.
But not by a stalker.
By my own “family.”

I breathe, it’s noted.
I don’t eat and I’m looked at like a thief.
My sister skips 4 meals.
But it’s me who needs help.

I can’t breath.
Surrounded like a dog.
They say I have space.
But it’s fenced and I’m chained.

I thank you for my problems.
Now go ~~~~ of.
“Don’t eat!”
Then,
“Do!”
Make up your mind.
I’m to busy for this crying behind my door.