A delicious taste

eaten with such a haste

"thow it up," my stomach says

No, it would make a mess

I feel the lump in my throat

the self hate making me choke

I fight to swallow it down

while being looked at with frowns

the anger creating a fire

meanwhile society is a liar

What a pity they say

she can't see the beauty in her day

She can't see she is pretty

that she is skinny

oh what a serious pity