They Whisper

Who am I? I just don't know, There are whispers, Telling me not to look in the mirror, That I am too big, I might explode. There are whispers, Calling me disgusting, Ugly, It won't let me blossom, It won't let me see who I am. Though my skin grows paler, People see me as a living skeleton, The whispers tells me otherwise, Tells me to stop eating, Food is not my friend, It is my enemy, The one to be wary of. Who am I? I do not know, Voices in my head, Tells me things I wish I didn't know, Like how every calories, Every single drinks, Food, Makes me bigger, So big I won't be able to walk pass the door, Numbers are my enemies, Reminding me of my failure, They must grow smaller. What can I do? I want to break free, Be a butterfly, Fly away, From these nightmares, from the words whisper to me, "You are anorexic" Well... That's not what the voice in my head says.