She Is... Poem by Wishing For Perfection

She has a grip on my that is so strong,
i cannot break away
She pulls me in, feeds me thoughts
She wraps her hands around my stomach
Holding it in like a gurtle
She silences the rumbles, and
assures me everything will be okay.

She sits with me during my times
of darkness, yells at me during
my times of weakness, and applaudes
me at times of strenght.

She whispers in my ear.
Profanities only i can hear.
She whispers lies
That i soon begin to believe

When im feeling faint
She gives me that extra boost
when im feeling hungry
she whispers one more lie

she has me blinded from the world
distorting my vison
making everything unclear.
Turning things once so pretty
to the ugliest things imaginable
Taking my happiest places and making
them places of darkness and despair.

She is my best friend
She is my worse enemy
She is anorexia.