I HAVE to be THIN

At night I lie agitated, awake, sick to my skin,
Listening to my stomach's rumbling din,
But I've decided I won't be its slave,
And in time it will learn to behave,
Or else I won't indulge it or eat at all,
Let's hear it rumble when it's a penny small.

I curse at the mirror and flinch at my reflection,
I pinch the fat and decide on a new direction,
I throw down my clothes, I rip and I tear,
I want to keep going until there's nothing there,
Nothingness is pure, I want to be hollow,
So I'll put off eating again for tomorrow.

I'm pulling the strings and it's all unravelling,
I'm loosing the thread at the speed I am travelling,
Watching pound after pound fall to the ground,
Suffering is hard but I won't make a sound,
Because I can't risk the possibility of detection,
Nothing can stop me on my road to perfection.

I am a lone wanderer, they don't understand,
The beauty I see in a skeletal hand,
Because they chose the path that led them to food,
I wonder how they can bare to see themselves nude?
But I am strong and will not compromise,
When perfection is seen within these two eyes.

My family is deceptive and my friends mislead,
Their thoughts tainted by their own greed,
They would rather we were all in the same boat,
But by the hour it is sinking and I want to float,
I realise abruptly that I have one friend,
She is myself and will be there till the end.

I must be thin, lighter than air,
A shadow of the thing that was once there,
I want to be purged of all carnal sin,
Don't you see?
I HAVE to be thin

 © the sacred wasteland. Poem writen by me

If anyone out there has writen a thinspo poem then I would be happy to publish it.

Thank you