When things do not go my way
And I feel so fake,
My body is the one who pays
While my soul does ache.
Round and round,
My head does a spin.
There's nothing to be found,
But an empty stomach and a fooling grin.
They say I have a problem,
And that I need to stop.
But I do not believe them,
Until to the floor, I drop.
A visit to the hospital is a wake up call.
But still I am denying,
So weak, I fall,
And wake up crying.
They watch me more carefully now,
But they can't always be there.
They say they understand. How?
They are not aware.
I still cannot comprehend,
What caused me to feel this pain?
The denial making my insides bend,
I'm still not quite the same.
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