Are you blind?
Because you seem to miss
My crying, my calling our for help;
My fetal position, my scars that light my wrists;
My saggy eyes from sleepless nights;
My bones showing through because my starving myself.
What if you tried, just once,
To look at me.
To actually look, deep inside me,
To see what I SEE!
TO FEEL WHAT I FEEL!
WOULD YOU LAUGH THEN?!
WOULD YOU STILL TORMENT ME?!
No. No, you wouldn't.