Bulimic Barbie

Food disgusts me
all the years of hate
are staring back at me.
All those memories of people saying,
"Hey Bulimic Barbie. How many things have eaten today?"
They say that as they laugh and walk away.
I hide my many tears from those rotten kids.
Why do they think they always are gonna win?
They just sit and stare while at lunch,
Just to see if I'm eating.
I sit there and stuff my face,
Just so they don't yell something vulgar from across the cafeteria.
After Lunch.
I am disgusted.
I can't believe I just ate that.
I make my way slowly to the bathroom.
and run into the stall.
Every things moving in slow motion.
I don't know whats wrong.
My knuckles are bloody as my head is hanging limp over the toilet seat.
I stand up wearily and sway from side to side,
Holding on to the stall walls as I walk out of the stall.
I wash my hands and face,
and try to wash the blood from my hands.
I walk out of the bathroom,
looking around for them.
The next thing I hear is,
"Hey Bulimic Barbie did you just throw up your meal?"
And again the laughter roars.
I have given up. This is too hard.
Today is my last day of school.
Forever.