Something's Not Right

Bones protruding through the skin,

Workout until she's about to pass out,

Sweat flowing from her pores.

This isn't right.

She knows full well that this isn't right.

That's the part of herself she's telling to shut up.

That's the part of herself she wishes to ignore.

Something's not right.

Something's not right here.

Something's amiss.

It's all she can do to not knock herself out for long hours.

Take the vitamin,

Take the pill,

She knows full well what she's doing.

She knows full well that this won't go over well.

Help.

She knows she needs it.

It's a secret.

It's something she knows for sure.

No one knows.

No one will fight for her.

That's how she feels.

Something's not right.

Something's not right here.

She knows something's wrong.

She knows she needs help.

She knows what she's doing to herself.

She chooses to keep at it.

She chooses not to take physical action.

She keeps it all to herself.

It's not that she's ungrateful.

It's just that she wants to be better.

Restricting food is something she feels she must do.

She's falling in love with her protruding bones.