Control...............

She stands there all gaunt, wasted and thin

Her spine jutting out

Her eyes sunken in

She living in a world

Where foods the enemy 

It all seems so pitiful, pointless and sad to me 

She's living in a world that you can't enter in

It's a world where food is seen as a control thing

Her world consists of control and distorted self-image

How long will she allow herself to slowly diminish

She's driven to exercise everyday

It helps her to lose weight and momentarily fade away

She needs to know that she exists

So she evokes a reaction to rectify this

She gnaws on a carrot everyday

An earwig by night

And a rabbit by day

She once was a size 12

But now she's an 8

Does she really realise her desperate physical and mental state

She creeps around like thief in the night

She does this, I think

To gain invaluable insight

She feels that the world revolves around her

Does she really realise there are other people out there

One day she will have to face up to reality

Disconcern herself with her own selfish thoughts and hearftul vanity

She needs time to sit alone and analyse

To allow herself to slowly materialise

She needs  time to regain some form of sanity

And spend time searching for her own individual personality

 

 

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A well written piece of prose Highlighting a problem too frequently encountered today I placw a lot of the blame on T.V advertising which plays on women in particulars desire to be beautiful.
The saddest part is that men prefer women to be curvaceous not stick insects