Fit In Poem by Emily Wang

I spent half of my life wanting to be like them,
when really all alone I could'be been me.
I could've been free,
but the red line across beautiful couldn't cut it.
I spend half of my life staring at pictures,
when really I could've been smiling in the mirror.
I should'be enjoyed happiness when I had it,
but instead I was clutching at my stomach,
envying skeletons.
The road to recovery won't be easy.
No, I won't fit in.