Trapped Inside

They don't know how my mind works,
Could they breathe in my body?
Eating, I guess, has its perks,
But it's not what I want to embody,
The taste of food is always a day away,
But it's a day closer to my destination,
I refuse them when they say,
I need theraputic rehabilitation.

I don't try; I'll never make them understand,
The end is sometimes worth the wait,
The beauty is in a skeletal hand,
A person is not worth what they ate.
I shun the food at the store,
Exercise is my new routine,
Eating is nothing but a chore,
Cut it out of my starvation regime.

 

Does anyone know how it feels,
To face yourself in the looking glass,
And cry at what it reveals,
A person has to be more than just mass.
Too many years of being dirt,
To many times I have cried,
Too many times I have hurt,
Because of the evil that's inside.

 

So I begin a path to salvation,
My lips are closed, I am mute,
Hunger is not so cruel a sensation,
When Thin is a noble pursuit.
It is a lonely road but I will take it,
When my needs are so acute,
I will find my place in the family,
I will be thin's most loyal daughter,
It is the way, can't you see,
Jesus could walk on water.

 

Oh God, why can't they understand,
That starvation is an important lesson,
Such beauty in a skeletal hand,
Pointed to the stomach like a shot gun,
But determination will see me through,
I will prove that I am strong,
I'll do this with or without you,
And one day I'll belong,
Finally they will see,
I won't have to hide,
I am going to free,
The girl who's trapped inside.

© the sacred wasteland. Poem written by me.