*Dear Anorexia*
I wonder about you a lot.
And though we speak often..
It's never in depth
But rather a brief feud that you usually win.
I wonder about your childhood, anorexia
What sort of a child were you?
Were you picked on?
Or were you the one who picked on others?
Maybe your childhood was like mine.
Were you abused, were you sad?
Or were you just expected to grow up too fast?
Is that why you wanted us to be friends.
Because we two are alike.
Now you've grown up though, haven't you?
You've become someone new.
You've become the person you want to be..
And you want everyone else to be like you.
Or maybe you aren't the person you want to be...
And you don't want anyone else to have what you haven't got.
I dont like people like that.
Are you are person, though, anorexia?
You're definitely something.
And I can't comprehend whether you are a figment of my imagination.
My imagination isn't like that, surely.
If you were a person, you'd be in a hospital
Somewhere secure, with padded walls
And Valium.
You'd have a comprehensive diagnosis.
Probably a prison sentence too..
But, if you were a person,
And you had, in fact, hurt millions of people,
Like you are doing right now,
The victims would get a lot more than what we are getting.
Do you have a mind, anorexia?
Is something plaguing yours?
Or maybe you have lost your mind.
And you are trying to control others
As a way to gain some sort of mindful state?
And now, anorexia, do you mind if I ask you to leave?
It's not that I don't feel sorry for you
Indeed, I do.
But I would like my mind back.
Maybe you could get therapy, anorexia.
Maybe someone could analyze your thoughts.
Maybe someone could help you.
It's not me who needs help.
But you.
Anorexia, I would like to help you.
But you seem to direct your thoughts and feelings into my mind and body.
And I can't tell which are yours and mine.
Maybe if you calmed down a bit
Maybe if you were quiet for awhile
I could tell who you are and who I am
Then I can help you.
Right now, I have to fight you to make you quiet.
On a day when you feel ok...
Let me in on a secret
Tell me how to make you quiet when you are angry.
That will help us both.
It gets confusing in my mind
With us both in there..
I wonder about you a lot.
And though we speak often..
It's never in depth
But rather a brief feud that you usually win.
I wonder about your childhood, anorexia
What sort of a child were you?
Were you picked on?
Or were you the one who picked on others?
Maybe your childhood was like mine.
Were you abused, were you sad?
Or were you just expected to grow up too fast?
Is that why you wanted us to be friends.
Because we two are alike.
Now you've grown up though, haven't you?
You've become someone new.
You've become the person you want to be..
And you want everyone else to be like you.
Or maybe you aren't the person you want to be...
And you don't want anyone else to have what you haven't got.
I dont like people like that.
Are you are person, though, anorexia?
You're definitely something.
And I can't comprehend whether you are a figment of my imagination.
My imagination isn't like that, surely.
If you were a person, you'd be in a hospital
Somewhere secure, with padded walls
And Valium.
You'd have a comprehensive diagnosis.
Probably a prison sentence too..
But, if you were a person,
And you had, in fact, hurt millions of people,
Like you are doing right now,
The victims would get a lot more than what we are getting.
Do you have a mind, anorexia?
Is something plaguing yours?
Or maybe you have lost your mind.
And you are trying to control others
As a way to gain some sort of mindful state?
And now, anorexia, do you mind if I ask you to leave?
It's not that I don't feel sorry for you
Indeed, I do.
But I would like my mind back.
Maybe you could get therapy, anorexia.
Maybe someone could analyze your thoughts.
Maybe someone could help you.
It's not me who needs help.
But you.
Anorexia, I would like to help you.
But you seem to direct your thoughts and feelings into my mind and body.
And I can't tell which are yours and mine.
Maybe if you calmed down a bit
Maybe if you were quiet for awhile
I could tell who you are and who I am
Then I can help you.
Right now, I have to fight you to make you quiet.
On a day when you feel ok...
Let me in on a secret
Tell me how to make you quiet when you are angry.
That will help us both.
It gets confusing in my mind
With us both in there..