AnorexiaHey perfect beauty, staring at the mirrorI know you’re fighting lots of warsI hear the questions but your answers are bitterEach one raises a couple of thousands moreNone ever meets a satiating answerCreeps inside, like a relentless cancerDevours the insides before bodies witherIn rather a sentence than indulgenceThan a choice of being thinnerStep away from the mirror, hear me out this timeI know about your pain, all was once mineI know what’s like to be possessed by your insideLong restless days upon sore sleepless nightsAwaiting, next morning, the scale to decideHow that day would go“Not perfect enough” was the one thing I knowAll my determination turned into desperationI lost everything including myself withinLocked it behind bars of isolationCreated an abyss when I‘d spin and spinNot for long until I had to fallToo fragile to stand, more fragile to crawlThen I woke up with white coats all around“Where am I”,
One of ‘em said “you were lying on the groundNot moving not breathing”“Is she gone?” “No, her heart is still beating”That time I saw what I’ll never forgetA shadow of a girlWhose eyes had sunken beneath depths of regretsStriving to recall her by hundreds of threatsI took another breathI got my life back, the life I wantNot anymore the life that hauntsI had another chance; you deserve one tooIt isn’t over yet, I know you’ll make it throughLead the life you deserveWhy are you kind to the whole world but yourself?Hey perfect beautyPick up the mirror but break it this timeI sense your pain, all was once mine© Mahinour Tawfik
Mahinour Tawfik is from Egypt. She is a medical student born into a family of pharmacists. She wants to be a psychiatrist. Her hobbies are poetry and listening to songs and participation in charity work. Her dream is to travel around the world and be a well-known poetess and a successful psychiatrist.
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