To Be Anorexic.

I am a little bit nervous today
To say what I want to say.
My words are coming out differently
A way where a feeling I feel is hard to explain.
But I will try my hardest to do the best I can
As it will do me some good
It's what my parents always order me to do.
Maybe you haven't heard
About how I live my life today
When my poems are usually ignored
This time I know I'm ready to change.
So if you could
Please help me to do the best I can.

I haven't slept for two awful days
My mind is tired and my body aches
I cannot completely understand why
I'm like this for goodness sakes.

People look at me like I'm some kind of monster
As if I had no pretty face like theirs
As if I just came out of a dumpster
I ask God why, it just isn't fair.

I think something is terribly wrong with me
Because when I look into that rusty mirror
I see something I'm not suppose to see
Is it suppose to be so hard, just to be so normal?

I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say
You just don't know what it's like
To feel such pain, in every single way
Or to not have the ability to ride a bike.

I know my words are dyslexic
But do you have any idea how it feels
To be Anorexic?