Everything was normal
For a week or so
And then I looked at myself in the mirror
And I felt so revolted
And I felt my throat burn
And my eyes well with tears
And my nose flooded with the smell
As it flowed up my throat
And the cycle began again
And the counting began again
And the excessive running began again
And I felt myself
Become consumed
In it again
Staring at myself
With puffy red eyes
And swollen lips
A sore throat
Dry cracked skin and failing health
The need to shut myself out
And search for the things that would make me feel human
The bad things I would do
And the things I would do them for.
All because I saw my reflection
And my immediate reaction
My Immediate thought
Was that I wasn't good enough
And that I needed to throw up
YOU ARE READING
The Light
PoetryA book of simple poetic pieces that come from the heart. There isn't much punctuation in this one. Read it the way you feel. Read it like spoken poetry if you'd like. Be aggressive, be sad, cry when you read it. But please, don't feel nothing, becau...
