Eating Disorder
I don’t feel I have the words to describe an eating disorder
It’s like having mean monsters always waiting around the corner
Once the seed is planted there is no going back
It starts off small with things like not wanting that snack
As the tree starts to grow it feeds the monsters more
The problem can’t be easily fixed as it’s at your core
You just want control over your life that’s all
But when you are ill you need to break down that barrier wall
There’s nothing wrong with being a bit overweight and that’s a fact
No one should think less of you, you’re beautiful, never feel attacked
Your brain never truly recovers even after the disorder stops
It’s like how even after the storm there are still remaining raindrops
Food is good for your physical and mental health and it’s a form of self care
Don’t listen to the media you can’t survive on just water and air
Remember that the brain can be in a very dangerous state
Take it slowly always know it doesn’t matter about your weight
Copyright © Rain Preece | Year Posted 2021
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