Old Poetry

This is a poem I wrote about a year ago. It was inspired by this charity project I was working on.

She looks at her face

She frowns.

She hopes the mirror

Lies about those pounds.

But what she can't see

Is the beauty inside

She can only see

The opinions people provide.

She always tries to please

But all she gets is teased

Her friends say "you're too fat,

Please stand at the very back"

(if you don't get this, think about group photos)

She cries herself to sleep

At night- all she does is weep

Wish she was thinner

That she hadn't eaten dinner.

And so she starts,

Starts skipping meals

And when she does eat,

She feeds on very little.

She loses weight fast,

Compliments arise

She forgets the past

She's 125!

But soon it's an obsession

Counting calories- an addiction

Her parents worry

Her friends are sorry.

Her eating disorder

It's gone too far

Her life needs order

And a regain of control.

Her parents watch her

Refuse councelling

Refuse her food

She's die- they knew she would.

So the time passes,

And she, the beauty once known,

Turned into a simple bag of bones

Losing weight until there was no more.

She passed on

Her weight below 71

And the people weeping now,

Are the ones who once called her foul.

As the coffin passed

Before the crowd,

They all cried on

Not as proud.

And so the story ends

Of a girl who had no friends

Because of how she looked

Instead of who she was.