Reflections

I don't know that girl
Staring back at me
She is caked with makeup
When I long to be clean
She is starving herself
When I long to be fed
She is partying all night
When I long to sleep
She is bound and chained
When I long to be free

*I currently battle anorexia, and this piece, hopefully, brings across the message of pain and frustration that the disorder comes with. Also, I wrote this about three years ago... one of my first pieces.*