I've heard once or twice that when Ana gets in she takes over,
I never quite noticed until I was calling myself fat in the mirror,
A pig when I eat,
But she wants me so tiny I'll look like defeat.
Ana is cruel,
She's frozen,
Ice cold,
But she promises help,
And it makes you feel bold,
Like holding a hand when you walk up on stage,
You know that she'll help you face things while you're wasting away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
