Arms too skinny

Face too hollow

Legs too boney

The faraway look in your eyes is hard to follow

Wide smile as plastic as a doll

Stomache not showing any meat at all

Hazel eyes artificially bright

Actions mechanically performed

Words twisted with a bitter edge

What’s this strange though making me feel alarmed?

Kitchen pantry fully stocked all month

It’s like all this time you’ve never eaten lunch…

Jackets and sweaters are all you wear

You tell me you pick at random as you don’t care

So what are the bright red lines peeking through your sleeves?

I’ve been caught for years in a lie you weaved