No one understands, no one sees the waste of skin that sits before them. The compliments given are empty. The Truth is nasty. There is no beauty here. Fake the smiles, fake the giggles, fake the optimism.
Deception is par for the course.
Choose your own truths. Life is hard for those who deserve it so. Unless it happens to be excess in the opposite sense, in which case it s equal to excess of sadness. This is written by a 25 year old woman, whose name is Jennifer. This poetry reflects how she has felt with her eating disorder.