The Anorexic Mind Poem by Tess Connor

The Anorexic Mind



I live in a world controlled by my fear
The future is imminent but not readable or clear
So many visions and thoughts of my death growing near
Too many paths, not knowing where to steer
Numerous rules and norms to be abided by
Rules of life not to be cheated, not to lie
Countless sleepless nights, times I need to sit and cry
I face the real world, jiff it, all I do is sigh
I fail to see the point in being born with hunger and thirst
Shouldn’t we be well nourished and satisfied first?
Voices threatening my self image, I feel cursed
Remembering being worry free, a baby being nursed
All hopes and dreams crash and burn
Because of a life rule I need to learn
Each day I hear the devil yet my gut does churn
I need to know better; on myself I’m to be stern
I cannot bear to spill to strangers
It makes me nervous picturing the dangers
I know to think, to make great changes
The truth is, my life it endangers
I am so bloody scared of what my future holds
I see myself round, plump and with many folds
The devil promises me a body of gold
Pull me out of this world; it’s so scary and cold
The devil sees what I want, for this I do as I’m told
To he is who my body I sold.

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