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Emma Annalise Feb 2016
She wakes up in the morning
Hungry from last night
But she doesn’t eat breakfast
‘cause her jeans fit too tight

She looks into the mirror
Tears glisten in her eyes
She hates her reflection
But the mirror never lies

She rides the bus to school
And sits all alone
She wishes with all her might
To see all her bones

She gets to school at last
Self-conscious about her size
Because she still believes
That the mirror never lies

She walks from class to class
In the hallways by herself
While her classmates stop and wonder
About her collapsing health

But she never stops to listen
And doesn’t even try
She knows that they are wrong
Because the mirror never lies

When lunch time comes, she’s gone
Nowhere to be found
She never ever eats her lunch
She’s scared of gaining a pound

She walks past the lunch room
And smells the fruity pies
She really wants to eat them
But the mirror never lies

When school is finally over
And her homework is all done
She changes into shorts
And goes for a run

She runs and runs for hours
And sees the changing skies
She really wants to stop
But the mirror never lies

She finally goes home
And is forced to eat some dinner
While the whole time she wishes
That she could be thinner

She retreats to her room
And cries and cries and cries
She hates what she looks like
But the mirror never lies

She stands before the mirror
And pulls up her shirt
Pinches the bit of fat she has
And regrets eating dessert

She stares at her thin body
With no space between her thighs
She knows that she is fat
Because the mirror never lies
Hey guys!! This week is National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, so I wrote a poem in order to help raise awareness for this very serious cause. I hope that reading this poem will open your eyes to the daily struggle of someone with an eating disorder.
elizabeth Feb 2015
You hate what you see
when you look
at your reflection
so you do everything you can
and nothing at all
in hopes that you start
to waste away

Stopping yourself from living
will **** the passion in your eyes
and soon they will be incapable
of seeing brightness
and your new reflection
will be worse than the one
you hated before

They forget to tell you
the new shadows on your face
make everything seem darker
because there is less surface area
on which the sun can shine

No one will tell you
that laughter and late night pizza
with best friends and warm thoughts
will taste better
than emptiness and hunger
for something more

The food might leave
an aftertaste somewhat similar
to regret,
but at least it has more flavor
than the air you **** in
to keep yourself from faltering
In honor of NEDA Week

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