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Anorexia's Iron Trap
What's wrong with me?
Why is it so dark?
How can I be
So stubborn and dumb
When I know what's good for me?
Some people frown at me
At my skirts and high necks
My unmade face
My simple hair
But that never bothered me
Yet I caved to it
To the lies of the world
That physique is better than soul
In making my external "beautiful"
I destroyed my internal
My hopes and dreams
My good traits vanished
And fear ruled my life
Sorow and terror
Replaced joy and happiness
I was a soulless robot
A skeletal puppet of bone and skin
Strings pulled me along each day
Despair ate my heart to live like this
Being dead in a living world
Even now that I'm alive
Those dreaded thoughts and fears
Threaten to cut me like knives
They haunt my heart
That they'll kill me again
A great pleasure to all humans
Is my greatest fear
Help me, Dear God, not to succumb
For if my body had died physically then
To Hell I would have gone
Surely the therapist hates me
And the dietician rolls her eyes
When my name appears
On their computer screens
Full of appointment lists
I am the unsolved case
The toughest nut to crack
The one who wouldn't gain weight
Though tons of food I ate
Hard to gain, easy to lose
But in this everlasting trial
Which doctors call recovery
I have found again what I have lost
What I perhaps never had
Love for God and his Blessed Mother
I constantly teeter on the brink of death
And if it were not for the Father's gentle hand
The true Faith and my Religion
Then surely I would fall
Right into anorexia's iron trap again
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