Help Or Die. Poem by Felicity moore

Its always the happy child.
The kid that’s always smiling,
Always laughing

The kid that is friends with many.
Friends with everyone.
Friends with you, and me.

The kid that is always having fun.
Always making everyone else feel good,
The one that never cries.

But just wait a while and see,
What she truly feels,
Buried deep inside forever bottled.

He cuts a little deeper,
She eats a little less.
They both wish they could just disappear.

Society has told them much,
He’s too skinny,
She’s not skinny enough.

Cut a little deeper.
Puke a little more.
Get to the goal.

Perfection,
Or death.