
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way
My hair is all in tangles
My eyes are filled with tears
I wipe the warm tears away
As if trying to rid myself of my fears
I'm ashamed of what I have done
But it hurts me even more
I can't make myself stop doing it
Even though I know what's in store
It has taken over my mind
It is eating away at my soul
My throat burns with anger
While my stomach growls even more
I am still looking in the mirror
Yet I don't know who I see
All that I know
Is this sad sight couldn't be me
I grip the edge of the counter
So tightly that my knuckles turn white
I want to scream out in anger
At this ugly sight
It's your fault I hiss
That I do this to myself
If only you didn't look this way
I would be in better health
I cover the image in the mirror
With the palm of my hand
And notice a cut on my finger
That I never knew I had
I grab my hand in anger
Or is it more like fright
I'm just so shocked
To see this sight
I laugh and then I cry
Then crumble to the floor
Suddenly aware of my problem
Like I never was before
How did this happen to me?
How did I become a statistic?
I thought that I was strong,
I thought I was better than that
My head throbs in anger
My throat burns with pain
My finger loses a drop of blood
And Nothing is what I have gained
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