Untitled Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

i'm a little wrong.
i've known it all along.
shouldn't know the things I know,
shouldn't go the places I go.
shouldn't want the things I want
they aren't meant for me
i'm supposed to just live
to eat, to sleep
but there's a being with a voice
that lives inside my head
and says, 'just skip this meal,
you don't need to go to bed.'
. now the voice has control
and i bend to it's will.
if i lose weight i'll be happy
if i'm in pain it's okay
is this a cry for help
or is it just seeking attention