A fountain of fear

Followed by a tear

As the lever goes down

And all of the evidence goes around

And around and around

Soon it disappears from sight

But only until the next fight

The food is calling

It will be my falling

But I can't restrain

Because it seems to help my pain

The fear of being the new girl

Makes it easier to hurl

Always wanting to be skinny

Sick of all the other girls being bitchy

I just want this to end

Hoping my heart will still mend

But, until then

Food will be my weakness

And I really hope this week ends

Without anybody finding out

Even though I want to shout

I need some help getting through

But who knows what they'll do

When they find out

Probably think I'm a pathetic lout

And this poem is deteriorating

But I think my heart is recuperating

And I hope that someday

I'll be able to stand up and say

I'm a survivor, I overcame

And that is why I'm standing here today