These feelings I hide
My feelings are all bottled inside
I hold to much pride
The truth denied
Approached with questions I slip and slide
As I eat my dinner down my throat it will glide
A quarter I eat the other pushed aside
Bacon smells good in a pan it's fried
Asked did you eat it all i say yes but i lied
Infront of family I will eat
Making me feel weak to stand on my feet
As keeping food down is becoming a difficult task
An eating dissorder I often ask.
I do hope this is not you trying to tell us that you do have an eating disorder. Good poem though
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep and thought-provoking....a good metaphorical write! !