poem…ed related

its not about my body, its about me
there are things inside here, that nobodys allowed to see
you may take a step forward and throw out your arms
but i’ll only recoil and turn on my charms
this life is not best, i know that for sure
and yet each day i eat less, allowing harm to feign pure
please do not harshly judge, or think me only bad
for there is a soul inside here thats been buried and is sad
so keep your arms out i beg, for one day i’ll accept them
running back to life, fully there and happy again.

emily, age 12