The Sacred Wasteland: My Enemy

I hate those days when you just feel like the whole world is against you. Especially if it's because of the people you love and who love you.

When you look at me don’t think about the girl before,

Know that your little sweet heart isn’t here anymore,

She has been replaced by a soldier marching tall,

And I will keep on marching until I win or fall,

My mirror is the battleground which is raging strong,

My reflection is the enemy who is in the wrong,

And behind her in the frosted glass I see her allies,

My family and friends become guerrillas, become spies,

Watching my every move, I turn and they are there,

All these faces surround me, pretending that they care,

‘You need food to live or you will end up ill,

Is that really what you want?’ Shooting words to kill,

I try to explain but they all refuse to see,

That it’s this fat, this ugliness that is killing me,

And for a moment I loose my footing and slide into the trench,

Because there is nobody behind me, waiting on the bench,

To be called forwards, all guns blazing, to fight,

My corner because thin is more than a size; it’s a right,

And even though my loneliness is killing me inside,

I hang on in there, I have already stumbled and cried,

And now I say no more, I will not surrender to defeat,

And so I will eat to live; not live to eat,

They may have strength in number and make a stand,

An army marching forward, like minds, hand in hand,

But I can take them, I will resist unafraid,

Growing stronger within this body that I made,

I start to feel feverish, I shake, my senses all unwind,

My body is growing frail but my power's from my mind,

It comes from determination and will power to succeed,

Whilst the opposing army is weighed down by their greed,

But they are just the reinforcements, my real enemy,

Is that girl within the mirror who I used to think

Was me.

The Sacred Wasteland