My Friend?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem that I put together once I had admitted to myself that I had an eating disorder and got help. I realised I wasn't alone, and what I was doing didn't make anything better. Infact, it made everything worse. I have now accepted this part of my life and I am the strongest I have been. I am getting help and Im really not alone.

Submitted: May 27, 2011

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The mirror, my friend. I would smile, With the Confidence I saw, Radiance and happiness no one could ignore.

The mirror, my friend, who is this I see? Looking deep, it was not me.

The mirror, my friend, don't do this to me  as I saw this thing once again.  Fear pain anxiety, my friend, the mirror ignored my plee

I stared and gazed, mirror, is this really me? This fat, ugly creature staring back at me  Despise and hate, this i've never felt The anger the disgust I could not dealt. 

The thoughts and emotions I thought would subside, But little did I know. They grew with me, I lost all control. 

That morning I wake up the same robot that I am, Despising of myself, I eat as little as I can. 

Hunger and weakness is what I feel My friend was not there. Food, this poison filling my mouth Swallowing, I can not bare. 

Bones protruding I see with glee, The love of my life would disagree  Beg and plead for me to stop The purging around the clock

You're perfect to me He'd say straight to my face.  I knew this was not true, My friend tells me everyday,  But I will become perfect just for you. 

No poison touched my lips for days The weakness I could bare I want that perfect figure for you Yet what I didn't see I was losing you. 

Pushing you away I cannot stand You're my life my world Realising what this is doing to you I try and search for any truth

The mirror, my friend? Where are you now?  The fingers down my throat I cannot help The mirror, my friend? Where are you now?  Me and my body are shutting down.

That mirror is no friend of mine,  That I can now see Trying to take control,  There is no 'the end' for me. 


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