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 Jan 2015 Timothy Stout
sheridan
She battles her demons, day in, day out.
They don’t stay quiet, they scream and shout.
They tell her she’s ugly, they tell her she’s fat.
Her thighs are too big and her stomach’s not flat.
She starves herself but that’s not enough.
This desire to be thin has proven to be tough.
It’s making her miserable, it’s making her sad.
The quicker the weight loss, it won’t be as bad.
But the weight is staying and it won’t disappear.
She’s taking it to the extreme
And she’s making it clear
That she wants to be thin
And thin she will be.
But what you don’t know is that girl is me.
My child, has it been long enough?
Can you see me yet?
For so long, I wait,
To spare you from tears,
I let you move on at your pace,
I ignore my needs,
You need me more than ever now,
So why would I deny you that?
Take my hand,
Remember I am here,
No matter how dark it is,
No matter how well-hidden you are,
I will search for you,
I will find you,
And I will bring you back,
I will let you learn to live without her,
So that maybe you could teach me,
I will support you,
I will avoid the subject,
Or talk it through,
For as long as you want,
As many times as you need,
Just promise me,
You will look at me,
And see me,
Not a replacement for her.
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