The Scale

The measurements will never be right

The numbers on the scale will never be small enough

The clothes are always too big or too tight

Eating anything is eating too much

The only thing that helps is the toothbrush

Until I start to bleed

Excuses like I already ate and such

Until I'm pretty there is something more important to feed

They won't like me unless I run

Mile after mile it is never enough

Try to convince myself that it's fun

To push my limits even if it's tough

I never look right

Nothing is flattering

I'm not going to fight

That my hope is shattering

I got thinner and they started to talk

The compliments came

They don't know the road I had to walk

I have no one to blame

I wanted to starve

Like it wouldn't do me harm

They dont notice when I skip meals

Until I show the pain on my arm

The more I lose the more they talk to me

I need friends not food

Not thinking about it is key

I just cant change my mood

They know what's going on

But they will never know how deep

The knife goes when I see something wrong

Then again depression will start to seep

Every time I eat I feel like I fail

After there is always a blood trail

I won't eat until I’m frail

I really do despise The Scale