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Author: Evelyn Skye
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Published: 05-09-08 - Updated: 05-09-08 - Complete - id:2515287
There’s nothing wrong with me,

There’s nothing wrong with me,

Didn’t I say?

I’ve eaten all my food today.

I’m doing too much, that’s what you think

I must be the best

You just don’t know, so give it a rest

I’ve got to go - need to jog,

I’m just getting fit,

That’s all, that’s it

Get off my case; you know I don’t need this

There’s nothing wrong with me

You just don’t see

You shout and I scream

It’s the same scenes repeated

But you and I know, I won’t be defeated

All these words, they’re all the same

You think I’m ill, you give me hell

Telling me I need to get well

There’s nothing wrong with me,

I know you can’t you see

You don’t pay attention to me

You haven’t a clue about me anymore

I’m not weak; I know I’m strong,

I know I fainted, but I know nothing’s wrong

I told you I’m not hungry,

And I know I never eat

But I won’t stop this now, I won’t admit defeat



© Copyright 2008 Evelyn Skye (FictionPress ID:507543).


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