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This Mess She's Made

I can always hear her
When I look into the mirror
She could not be any clearer
About what she thinks of me

She always screams and cries
About my stomach, ass, and thighs
I used to think that they were lies
But she has gotten me to see

That what she says is true
And though it’s brutal and it’s rude
It’s all my fault for eating food
Yes, it all comes down to me

And my lack of self control
Leads to my fingers in my throat
I’m cringing over toilet bowls
And collapsing to my knees

I purge and I restrict
Because my body makes her sick
It has been whittled to a stick
But fat is all she’ll let me see

She’s been with me for years
Inside my head, concocting fears
Sleepless nights and endless tears
She thrives off my misery

I am bones canvassed in skin
Skin that’s bruised and sunken in
And she just sits and stares and grins
At the mess she’s made of me


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