Sometimes people become what they least expected they would. Sometimes they do things they never expected they would. The realization of this is overwhelming.
This is my description of when I realized I had been taken over by bulemia
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Poems on Society
Stranger
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I stand in front of the mirror And wipe the fog away My vision is still hazy From ridding myself this way My hair is all in tangles My eyes are filled with tears I wipe the warm tears away As if trying to rid myself of my fears I'm ashamed of what I have done But it hurts me even more I can't make myself stop doing it Even though I know what's in store It has taken over my mind It is eating away at my soul My throat burns with anger While my stomach growls even more I am still looking in the mirror Yet I don't know who I see All that I know Is this sad sight couldn't be me I grip the edge of the counter So tightly that my knuckles turn white I want to scream out in anger At this ugly sight It's your fault I hiss That I do this to myself If only you didn't look this way I would be in better health I cover the image in the mirror With the palm of my hand And notice a cut on my finger That I never knew I had I grab my hand in anger Or is it more like fright I'm just so shocked To see this sight I laugh and then I cry Then crumble to the floor Suddenly aware of my problem Like I never was before How did this happen to me? How did I become a statistic? I thought that I was strong, I thought I was better than that My head throbs in anger My throat burns with pain My finger loses a drop of blood And Nothing is what I have gained |
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