The doctor said the food made me ill,
Gave me a high fever which brought me chills,
The nurse helped give me the prescribed pills,
From the pack lying on the window sill,
I lay there very still,
Praying that at the end of this health-less drill,
I'll have a small bill,
Thank God the poisoning didn't kill,
Nobody knew it was all engineered by me,
I let the food go a little stale,
So after my compulsive obsessive food binge,
It would be much easier to initiate my bulimic purge,
But this time in my desire to lose the calories,
The calories almost brought my life with them,
Oh the toxic pressures of being a skinny teenage girl,
My secret, a secret wrapped in masked pressures.
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
