Arms too skinny Face too hollow Legs too boney The faraway look in your eyes is hard to follow

Wide smile as plastic as a doll Stomache not showing any meat at all

Hazel eyes artificially bright Actions mechanically performed Words twisted with a bitter edge What’s this strange though making me feel alarmed?

Kitchen pantry fully stocked all month It’s like all this time you’ve never eaten lunch…

Jackets and sweaters are all you wear You tell me you pick at random as you don’t care So what are the bright red lines peeking through your sleeves? I’ve been caught for years in a lie you weaved