December

Back in December 

I started getting sick

I went to the doctor

but I think there's something they missed  

I loved food

eating that's all I used to do

I could eat all day and wouldn't be done

I stayed small because I have a high Metabolism 

but then it stopped 

I lost interest in food 

there's nothing anyone could do

I got sick 

but didn't tell anyone 

my friends had no clue 

what I was going through 

I kept getting smaller

I used to dress like a doll

but in the locker room

they asked why I was so small

so I stopped changing out 

had a lot of self doubt 

people got worried 

but I didn't get better 

I only got worse

It got to the point where I couldn't get out of bed 

but then it got better i got motivation 

I still lost it all

but there's not more life I'm letting this disorder take 

it's there 

but I don't care 

I'm taking control 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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