In The Corner Poem by Claire Abbott

I sit alone in the corner,
My stomach grumble with hunger,
I can't eat, I won't, I don't want to.
I do want to, but I can't.
I'll get fat, I feel fat, I am fat.
No-one can see what I'm really like.
I can't go out,
people will be disgusted with me.
I look awful, ugly, fat, horrible, just like the person inside.
That's why I can't eat, that's why I can't drink.
If I do, I will make myself sick.
Yes its hurts, but not as much as the hurt inside.
I don't know where its come from, I don't know when it came, and I really don't know why, but I wish, how I wish it would all go away.
People say I'm losing weight. Good.
People say I look ill, I look nice.
They ask, don't you look in a mirror? But I say, no, I can't, it scares me, I hate myself.
People have started saying I'm ill, I can't see it.
Well I can, but I can't help myself.
Thats where you come in,
You make me realise what I do is wrong.
You help me to help myself. You help me to get help. You are there for me.
You listen and talk, run and walk, eat and don't eat. You understand in a weird kind of way, that this is a channel for my anger.
Thank you for being there for me.