The Shrinking Girl
The shrinking girl
Slowly shrinking,
getting smaller,
Day by day she loses more.
driven by pain,
and words of anger.
She's eating less,
more and more.
Now everytime she sees the mirror,
all she sees is fat and gore.
The voices start to take her over,
they tell her to keep losing more.
She's shrinking faster,
getting sicker,
speaking less and sleeping more.
She wants to be,
light as a feather,
the skinniest girl you'll ever know.
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