Trapped. This is my fate.

To forever be trapped.

In my own body, is forever my prison.

To live, I have no reason.

I just can’t be good enough, for me, my family, for the rest of the world.

I used to be a little girl, that wore dresses, and my hair was curled.

Tears slide down my cheeks, as I assess myself in the mirror.

My life is everything but becoming clearer.

Ugly. Monster. Ugly. Beast.

The jokes never end, and my confidence is deceased.

Can’t everyone else see that I’m suffering inside?

I have no choice but just to be me.

I hate myself, and what I’ve become.

My life has taken several changes, just leaving me alone.

Anorexia is the problem I apparently have.

Feeling the food in my stomach makes me feel like a thousand pounds.

I just want to feel normal, but I’m just lost within me.

Never reaching out for help, the world has forgotten my existence

Just let it be.

No longer will I fight and give resistance.

Trapped. This is my fate.

To forever be trapped.

In my own body, is forever my prison.