You ask me what I ate today
I change the topic right away
you ask me if I'm okay
I'm good is what I always say
you ask why I'm looking gray
but my smile doesn't fade
I laugh, jump and I play
what you don't know is food is my enemy
I am now thin in control and pretty
but I secretly pray someday you will save me
from my little friend called Ana
but don't say her name in a loud matter
because she keeps me from getting fatter
just one blow and I will shatter
but I feel colder, faster, stronger
altho I don't know if I can do this any longer
slowly dying I can feel it
wish I can just push her away and quit
but I do admit
the pile of bones iv become seems to fit me
