My Friend Jane
She's a different type of girl,
the kind you only ever hear about.
The whispers follow her wherever she goes.
They think she's perfect.
I know better...
Jane is perfect, Jane is beautiful...
Jane is sick.
Her body and mind have been poisoned.
Poisoned by the toxins of society.
But no one understands.
If they knew Jane the way I did...
They'd never see her the same.
The whispers would turn menacing,
the eyes cold.
But she hides her secret,
the way miners hide gold.
If only they knew her designer shirt hid a protruding ribcage.
Or that her petty makeup hid sullen eyes and cheekbones.
If only they knew...
perfection came at a cost.
But they may never know...
until it's too late.
They may never know
that the perfect girl they see before them
is bulimic.
She wasn't always,
this much is true.
But if you knew her,
you'd wonder why.
The simple answer,
you'll never find.
She hates herself,
the way she is.
The lies she tells,
but she can't stop.
Not now,
not ever again.
She's in too deep,
the lies swallowing her.
Time is her enemy,
that's why she can't keep it.
Now it's too late
you see.
You've taken to long,
to realize what I have.
All along.
This isn't anyone's fault,
no not really.
It's everyone's.
You, me, the world,
are all responsible.
We haven't done enough,
and yet we've done too much.
We starved her of help,
and fed her with sorrow.
So just so you know,
she isn't perfect.
But neither are you,
so don't blame her for this.
It's harder than you think,
pretending to be alive.
But she does it,
like so many others.
That's just it,
it may be too late for our Jane.
But what about all
the others?
We can save them,
if we all change our ways.
If we stop ignoring the signs,
and actually give help.
Instead of
hurt.
