Anorexia

For so very long,
Since I opened the book,
And let this story run,

Fighting ourselves,
As the battle goes on,
Hurling ourselves down to death,
Just to prove we’ve won,

I’m always your inferior,
Belittled to your side,
Your puppet hung on chains,
Within your shadow, I hide,

Pained by your control,
Always put to death,
Blinded and looking into a false mirror,
This cycle has no end,

This reflection kills me slowly,
As you hold my eyes,
Choke me about my chains,
While you watch me die.