I can't eat it's stuck
It's stuck in my throat
And I'm frozen in my chair
I can feel the tears coming they're almost there
She's doing it again
Too skinny, too frail
You don't eat
Stop eating this, eat that
You're skinny
Bones, no meat
A skeleton
Gain weight, gain it
Somehow, some way
They'll laugh she says
They'll laugh at you and point at you
Call you anorexic
But that's what she calls me
Are you anorexic/are you bulimic
You eat and then you throw it up don't you
Even your sister has more, weighs more
But she calls her fat too
So I retreat
Into the room, into the closet
Fist stuffed in my mouth to keep in the sounds
I cry
I cry because again I'm not enough
Because I was feeling okay
Today, today I was okay
I felt pretty, I felt different
Today I felt happy
In my body, in myself
But no
With a razor tongue and venom words
She cuts me down and I fall
Confused, scared
I'm back to where I was before
Hate at my body, at myself, at her
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