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.