Looking back at old poetry invokes new feelings. Here's one I wrote in 2013 when I was 14 years old, and battling an ED and depression in secret. I have omitted some words I deemed potentially triggering/inappropriate.
The Monster
Her name is Sara, and I don't know why
She just looks like a Sara
With beautiful long hair and furious gleaming eyes
She lives in my brain.
Most of the time she just sits there calmly
Until something goes wrong
Then she screams at me
She rattles her cage
The cage I put her in to keep her hidden
But she can only stay hidden for so long.
She screams, She thrashes
She tortures me with things I want to forget.
She brings a *** to my arm
Or sleeping *** to my face
But it's not me, I swear
Its me giving in to
The Monster
