I feel the weight of infinite eyes
scanning every corner of my body.
So I wait until later, when I can hide
and stuff my face until I feel guilty.
My hands let loose and fly to the cupboards.
My brain seems to have waved a white flag.
I stomach chips, cake, ice cream, and more
Until I want to die for feeling so fat.
5 minutes later and I'm on the floor,
frantically pulling my hair back to prepare.
Fingers work my throat till my stomach is sore
and I am sure that nothing is there.
Quivering, shaking, and never more empty
I flush the evidence and go to the shelf.
I search for pills that will completely drain me
In case I didn't fully empty myself.
My eyes have shrunk and my skin is swollen.
So I cover my wounds with makeup.
I reenter the world, carefully hidden
So that I'll never give my secret up.
Author notes
The secret is that I am bulimic.
A contest entry
- Your deepest darkest secret... by AutumnsFlame.
662 points, ended September 1, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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aww
its sad yet its the truth
hope it gets better for you, if u ever wanna talk, i'll be here
i can relate to it aswell.
but anyway, well done!
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You didn't completely rhyme this, but I felt it kind of worked... like it was supposed to be that way. To tell the truth, I really liked this poem a lot! I used to be bulimic myself, so I can really relate. The imagery you put into this was great and it wasn't cliche at all! Godd job! Thank you for entering my contest.
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