My head , no mind,
Is all over the place ,
Here , there everwhere.
It's messed up..
I heard about it ..
I heard about Ana
She comes to you
She runs through your body
You cannot eat
Because she'll talk to you
''Your fat''
She is in me.
She is here , I feel it all the way through my body,
I exercise lots to get rid of this disgusting fat.
Ana is my friend.
She always finds it in her to forgive me when I go to food.
I haven't been to food lately.
It makes me sick.
The Thinspiration girls aren't thin enough
They are ugly and fat.
Ana is in me.
But I have another friend.
She comes to me.
She comes to me.
Only recently has she turned up..
She is here now.
Next to me ,
Watching over me while I write .
She IS real whatever you say.
Author notes
I literally just wrote this. It's my feelings.
A non rhyming poem.
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