Perfection
is what I need...
Beautiful
is what I want to be...
Restricted
from food...
Leaning
over the toilet
disposing of the fat...
Resisting
another meal
because if I don't
I would surely not
be able to deal with the gain
Hurting
inside because I know
what I'm doing is not right
Surely no one can see that
this eating disorder is killing me....
Jenna Marie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfection-68/
