In this piece of Glass
Lies all of my insecurities,
My hatred,
My long forgotten secrets.
Written between the lines,
Are my struggles and demons,
The things haunting me at night, calling me names.
In this toilet bowl lie my lost dreams,
Little girls spinning on a merry-go-round,
Forever stuck spinning,
Eventually flying up to the clouds in a carriage pulled by misunderstood little boys.
This food shows the bad stuff.
Things no one wants to see or hear about,
Kept in secret until my skin is oozing out the tears my eyes will not shed.
Forever am I stuck,
Pulled down with the feelings,
Stuck in a dangerous game of hide and seek.
I am a girl gone lost.
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Secrets of a Girl Gone Lost (Free-verse Manifesto Poem)
PoetryMy manifesto about self-image and seeing through the eyes of a person with an eating disorder.