This smiley little skeleton
Doesn’t eat to fill her day
She sits and waits at home, alone
Beaming as she wastes away
This emaciated little doll
Is happier when thin
She sits and eats at home, alone
Crying as she scars her skin
200 calories today
You really overate
She punches herself at home, alone
Crying out her hate
Exercises until she faints
She crumbles on the floor
She sits at home and dies alone
A casualty of hate no more
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I would like to translate this poem
This is really good. Too true........but good. Sincerely, Mary