Brian’s prompt this week is bullies. I was going to wait until tomorrow to write and post for this, but I am in a perfect situation right now: the bully in my head who is calling me fat and ugly and stupid, and the anxiety that won’t calm down. Contrary to what people probably see and what everyone thinks they know, I don’t always do well in fighting against the eating disorder “voice,” and my gosh, I have really pissed it off today! This poem was written all at once. It was like, “3, 2,1, go!” and these words came out.
There's a Bully in my head, It wants me small and wants me dead, It says I've still got pounds to shed, I've made it very mad. It reminds me of the food I've had Today and all this week. I'm sad It's back, it's gotten really bad, But at least I ate. The Bully wants to hell create, Depression and Anxiety mate To form a monster -- is it Fate? But I'm fighting and fed.