A frail body,
A body that was once fatty,
Was now long gone.
You could already trace her bones.
That appetite of hers grew,
But only she knew,
After digesting everything,
The more she ate, the more weight she was losing.
She shouldn't have listened,
To the comments that made her tears glistened.
Now, this person called me,
Is not me anymore, as weird as it may be.
I'm so disgusted by myself.
Disgusted by the fact that people's comments formed the new me -- the disgusting me.













