Perfect Guise Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I see right through you
I know your true intentions
You're not dieting
You're anorexic.
Even standing next to your 120-pound friends
You feel like the blimp
So when you're hungry
You lie to your stomach
And trick it with water.
Can't you see that your cover isn't working?
I see right through you.
You're not just watching the shopping bags
While your friends go find sustenance
To be kind
You're just disgusted of food
But mostly of yourself.
Can't you see me seeing right through your guise?
Everyone else may not see it
Or not want to believe they see truth in your protrusions
But pounds are falling off your skin
I - in third person perspective - can see you're ill
You can't fake 65 pounds and a brittle structure
You're not fooling me.