"I have it under control",
I lied to myself and everyone around me,
And still sometimes do,
Truth is I've never been able to control this.
Ana sneaks up on you,
She plays on your dreams, weaknesses and fears,
How does she know all this?
It's simple,
She lives in your head,
She's the only one who knows what your really want.
Or so you thought.
Your "Dreams" are anas too aren't they?
You don't dream of getting into med school or helping the less fortunate,
No,
Your dream is to be skinny,
Your dream is Ana,
Your dream is to be Ana.
And she knows.
And she won't let you give up on your dream.
Im spiraling out of control,
My body is "healthy",
But healthy means fat to her,
And If she's yelled it in your ear enough times,
What she thinks,
You think.
And what she tells you to do,
You do.
Cause being Ana is your dream,
And your under her control.
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
