Songs of Life
A Thin Slice of Sweets For Anorexia
I am walking through a desert
I'm not frightened, though it's hot.
For I have all that I've requested,
I don't need what I haven't got.
The road is long and tough at times,
and still I find a way,
To put each puzzle piece in place,
To carry out each day.
Sometimes I find that to succeed,
at first I need to fail.
The only way I reach success
is the weight that's on the scale.
It isn't easy, to just not eat,
it's more complex than that.
I'd rather die or kill myself
than to wind up being fat.
I am happy though my face shows tears,
my hunger pains bring joy.
I would never have to worry though,
if I were born a boy.
My fragile bag of bones ,I know,
is skinny as can be.
Yet the skin and bones will always look,
too fat to be on me.
By RCPollitz/Michelle Pollitz
© 2001 RCPollitz/Michelle Pollitz (All rights reserved)
Posted By: rcpollitz - on December 16, 2003
I thought I had commented on this one, but I never put my thoughts into actions. This is my daughter Michelle's work. I did a few minor tweeks to help the flow but 99% of it is hers. I thought it needed to be published though. Her fears of getting fat were so irrational when she was growing up.
I'm not frightened, though it's hot.
For I have all that I've requested,
I don't need what I haven't got.
The road is long and tough at times,
and still I find a way,
To put each puzzle piece in place,
To carry out each day.
Sometimes I find that to succeed,
at first I need to fail.
The only way I reach success
is the weight that's on the scale.
It isn't easy, to just not eat,
it's more complex than that.
I'd rather die or kill myself
than to wind up being fat.
I am happy though my face shows tears,
my hunger pains bring joy.
I would never have to worry though,
if I were born a boy.
My fragile bag of bones ,I know,
is skinny as can be.
Yet the skin and bones will always look,
too fat to be on me.
By RCPollitz/Michelle Pollitz
© 2001 RCPollitz/Michelle Pollitz (All rights reserved)
Posted By: rcpollitz - on December 16, 2003
I thought I had commented on this one, but I never put my thoughts into actions. This is my daughter Michelle's work. I did a few minor tweeks to help the flow but 99% of it is hers. I thought it needed to be published though. Her fears of getting fat were so irrational when she was growing up.
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A Thin Slice of Sweets For Anorexia
A Thin Slice of Sweets For Anorexia
