Random poetry

Struggling

Written: May 14, 2015

An uneasy feeling fell across me when I stared down at the plate.
It looks back up with a fierce, vicious glare.
I stared it down, my bravery slowly fading as time went on.
With a tear rolling down my cheek, I picked up the fork and ate a piece of my enemy.
My stomach rumbled at the taste, and I fought to swallow it.
Feeling a sense of triumph, I set down the fork and forced a smile.
It quickly faded as I ran to the bathroom, holding my hair back.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it was unhealthy.
But all I saw was fat, so I did it again.
For the first time in my life; I could be thin.
That idea made me rethink as I struggled to talk myself out of it.
So yet again I turns down the meals, and dropped the fork.
What else did I drop? How did my like change?
I lost everything. Not something's. Everything I ever loved; gone.
As they lower me down, this sits on the stone above my head:
"You are strong. You are perfect."