Eating Disorder

   

By just looking at me,
you'd never be able to tell,
That I hate myself so much ,
I eat till I don't feel well.

I lie to myself everyday,
The cravings always at bay...
Maybe today I'll be strong?
No, once again I'm wrong.

I feel so truly ashamed,
Who else can be blamed?
No one but stupid little me!
For hoping I could ever be free.

Food gives me comfort.
Food will always be there.
And if I never find love,
why should I even care?

I think of nothing else,
But the next meal to come...
I have never been special.
Am I special to anyone?

Reviews

[TonightWeDine]

Nice flow on the rhyming. Emotional too, I kind of agree with "The Iron Horseman" comment.

[The Iron Horseman]

You are certainly special to your readers, Jessica. You are very talented. This is a terrific poem. It captures your emotions beautifully, the rhyme and rhythm are perfect and it is a very contemporary issue for many people. Altogether, a fine write.

You have my sympathy if this is, in fact, autobiographical. I have friends with eating disorders and i know how difficult it is to deal with.