Maybe if people knew
How many times
I've been called fat
And not just by them,
They'll stop.
Or if they knew how many
times it has rang through
my head, and awakened the demons
I try so hard to keep
Asleep,
They'll stop.
Or if they knew how many
days I've starved myself,
or how many times I dry heave.
But no, they'll never stop
Cause they'll never know,
And they'll never hear
Demons like mine.
Because they will always be
Perfect the way my demons say
I'll never be.
