My Best Friend

by Iyla   Jun 27, 2005


Walking silently to-wards the mirror
a young girl as skinny as can be
looking disgusted at her body
that girl was me

i started to cry 120?!?
i was so fat
i wanted to be skinny
but how impossible was that

later that week
i made a friend
she helped me so much
and made my thoughts end

she made me feel better
about my shape and size
i looked so much better
that i started to cry

we became best friends
i felt so much better off
and now i look into the mirror with pride,
and i see her every time, anorexia

my best friend

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