I'm not a skeleton
I'm not a skeleton
But that doesen't mean,
I'm not dying.
I wish I could tell them
About the war in my head.
I make it look like I eat
But I wish they could see through that.
I'm starving myself,
I know.
But they don't realize it,
They don't want to.
Part of me wants to get better, but I can't
I'm losing control I did 3 years ago
But they don't want to realize it.
I'm screaming out to them
But they don't hear me.
Mom thinks I eat more than what I say I do
But I don't.
People don't realize I'm sick,
Mentally and physically,
Because I'm not a skeleton.
Their ignorance hurts,
But I can't get them to understand.
They don't want to understand,
They pretend I'm ok.
They don't want to hear what I have to say.
My screams are silent,
But they are obvious to them
If they would just listen.
(A poem from unknown author.)