anorxic.
they look at them in longing.
yearning whispers filling air.
' I wish to be like her...'
eating helpings of fat.
depression under wing
'i'll never be like her...'
twisted minds thinking
'attractive.'
but deathly wrong.
no skin
no flesh
but bone and marrow.
looking at them gives her strnghth
snide smiles forming
she says, ' i will be thin
but keep my mine sane
wont be obsessive
as ugly anorexic girl.'
looking at them builds her
giving her ability
to not give in to cravings.
'i will be thin
and keep pretty face
wont be creepy anorexic doll.'
but plans don't go accordingly
swayed along the way
roses turn to ash
blood turns to vapor.
twisted, hillucination.
FAT
but bones and sinnews peeping out.
twisted. dillusional.
unable to see.
85 lbs going to 65 lbs
under impression of being 150 lbs.
anorexia,
impressionable and unstable.
not sane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem