Enemy

It is her enemy
It mocks her weakness inside,
Devouring her thoughts,
Taking away all her pride.

Calling her name from the shadows,
Dancing around her with glee,
Making her feel hopeless,
Hating what she sees.

She is her worst critic,
Ripping her self-esteem to shreds,
Crying out for hope,
To find nothing instead.

She's starving and uncertain,
So afraid to consume,
Her body cannot hold it all,
She says there's no more room.

Every day she tells herself,
She'll be happy in the end,
But will her mind repair itself?
Does it still have time to mend?

Her friends ask her questions,
In which all she must deny,
They wouldn't understand her,
So therefore she must lie.

They think nothing of it,
For she is much too fat,
She could never be anorexic,
No, it would never come to that.

She's screaming on the inside,
Telling herself she what she doesn't need,
She just wants to look better,
Is that too much to plead?

Yelling, screaming, frantic,
She doesn't want skin there to pinch,
If she just skips dinner,
Maybe she'll lose another inch.

What has she succumbed to?
Has she gone to drastic measures?
What happened to her thoughts,
Her dreams and hopes and pleasures?

She just wants to be beautiful,
And stop counting calories,
If only she could be normal.
She wants to like what she sees.