I'm not depressed,
I'm just a little stressed.
I'm not anorexic,
I'm just feeling sick.
The knife just slipped.
I'm sorry for the meal I skipped.
I wish I could go out and play.
Of course I ate breakfast today.
I love myself the way I am.
I just don't like meals with ham.
I would never hurt my skin.
It's unhealthy, I try not to be so thin.
Oh, I'm fine. I have great self-esteem!
I burned it by accident, it'll be fine with some cream.
All those girls believing they're fat,
I would never, ever, think like that.
I know you love me,
But you just don't see.
All these things I tell to you,
I'm sorry, but they're just not true.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
