The Hell that is My Ed

Washed ashore and near death's door

my body doesn't fit me anymore

I tried to breathe and calm my heart...

it is only time for lunch

we can sit down calmly and discuss

our "facts and figures"

while I cautiously watch my figure

by the reflection on my plate.

This is not who I am

this creature with the fork in hand

I feel betrayed and let my guard down

for she had somehow snuck upon me

when I felt safe and sound.

So here I journey once again to this land

of darkness and it's convex mirrors

To eat or not to eat?

The simple laws at hand...

ah it is just the same

To feel or not to feel?

My mind doesn't fit me anymore

and who's to say it was never yours,

this body now alien to me

the fullness fades with me

in the background is where I'll be

always on the outside looking in

who is that girl with the ghostly grin?

For it is no longer my decision

to wage the war on you

I am now the emptiness

I am now the hunger

 to settle the score

the body that once was mine

is now washed ashore.