Everything seems almost fine as long as I keep my habit
No you can't stop
Cause If you do people start to realize
There's more to going to the bathroom
There's more to the shower
There's more than the smell of old food
And more than a faucet running a bath
And more than a toothbrush taking a soul
It's more than a smile texting the stall
And more than all the I'm okays
As the years passed
Things seems to get tougher
And things seem harder to want
Take it anyway so nobody has a clue
Then go and pay a visit to your best friend
Look in the mirror and see all the flaws
Look in the mirror and see the opposite of what people do
Look in the mirror and see a sparkle in my eyes
Look in the mirror and all I see is the way to much stomach
And the fat on my thighs
And my face is weirdly shaped
And nobody notices me
Nobody looks twice so
Another visit to the stalls
feeling guilty after meals
Like eating is something to be ashamed of
Another visit to the stalls
Using making to cover the scars of a hated body
Using a smile to hide the embarrassment
That comes when people see me
The looks of the unwillingly
The laughs as people walk by
Un wanting to make eye contact in fear
People will see everything ugly about me
And another visit to the stalls
The cries that seek into the floor
As I visit a friend
Just lose a little weight and I'll be fine
Just become thinner and things will be great
It's a secret kept by many
And an unknown friend to most
And an enemy to all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem