Confusion arises,
Admits in a crises.
All these years I thought I was told,
Eat healthy “gold.â€
Now through all the anger,
I may be in danger.
My mom is mad,
This makes me sad.
No one cares,
I might just dare.
Majority will overload,
And sometime down the road.
Playing with ana,
Only eating one banana.
Soon stick and bone,
Left but one little stone.
No more calories nor fat,
To be as thin as a door mat.
What will it take,
One less slice of the cake.
Would this be an eye opener,
Or will I feel even more mopier.
Who will notice?
