I remember as a child,
I used to pretend to hold a cup
And I would dunk it into,
Material objects
And sip at the colors
The bark on the tree
Was a foamy root beer
The wheat fields in our backyard
Were cups of cream soda
While the wooden walls of my school
Tasted of frothy chocolate milk
My mom used to shake her head
And profess that I was crazy
But I smiled to myself
Because I knew
She just couldn't taste the colors
I'm standing in the middle of my kitchen
Why was I here again?
I was drawing in my room
And came out here
I don't think I was hungry
I'll check the fridge any ways
Empty
I guess I'll just go back to my room
But first I need to grab
My pencil
In the kitchen
I'm standing in the kitchen
Why was I here again?
Do you know what it’s like,
To be terrified of eating
In front of you?
I know I will get a look,
Or a comment
And sometimes even a rant
On my terrible eating habits
You’ll scold me
And tell me I’ll end up obese
Just like my father
Do you know what it’s like,
To not make eye-contact with the mirror?
Because I don’t even remember
The color of my eyes
Do you know that, even with all my strength,
You still hurt me in the subtlest of ways?
Nobody else can get to me,
But you can
And you do
Do you know what it’s like,
To tell you I’m not okay
And have you throw medications at me?
Because pills don’t so
