I wrote this poem when I was anorexic as part of my recovery process. Hope you like it.

We've been together for a while,
And shared our secrets, I know
It's hard for me to say this,
But I think you need to go.

Mummy warned me of your ways,
And how you wouldn't treat me right,
But you over took my body

So I couldn’t take another bite.

You make me poke my stomach,
And squeeze my meatless thighs,
And though I was only skin and bones,
I saw fat and hatred through your eyes.

With all the pain I suffer,
And the hunger I’m going through,
I someday hope to realize,
I’m better of without you.

So as I tell you my last words,
And hope to bid you farewell,
I can feel my regaining strength,
And cannot wait to tell.

You will soon find another,
To haunt and to scare,
And I only hope that she, too,
Will show you she doesn't care.

I know that you'll want to stay,
And pressure me to try,
But I’m telling you now and for good,
Good-bye Anorexia. Good-Bye.