Thin

A poem about anorexia

A little bit longer
and I'll be there
the trees will no longer
have less to bare

my arms will be twigs
my hair will be leaves
but deep in my soul
something still breathes

thoughts consume my mind
and then all i see
is that horrible, ugly face
that belongs to me

they tell me i am thin
they tell me i am great
but i will not be satisfied
until i lose the weight

strutting down the runway
i start to realize
i can not be that pretty girl
i can not be that size

i am ready to begin
i am slowly on my way
i am becoming human again
i am done with being thin