Missing Out - Poem by Jessy Liz
Dressed in black because she knows the game
Layers and layers to hide the shame.
Anorexic, that’s her claim to fame,
But she never chose that name.
Dark sunglasses, baggy blue jeans
What she sees must stay unseen
Oh, what goes on behind the scenes-
They’re missing out on everything.
Suppresses a smile as she counts her ribs-
Feeling her waist she tightens her grip-
But still somehow she feels so big.
Oh, she’s missing out on everything.
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