I see right through you <br />I know your true intentions <br />You're not dieting <br />You're anorexic. <br />Even standing next to your 120-pound friends <br />You feel like the blimp <br />So when you're hungry <br />You lie to your stomach <br />And trick it with water. <br />Can't you see that your cover isn't working? <br />I see right through you. <br />You're not just watching the shopping bags <br />While your friends go find sustenance <br />To be kind <br />You're just disgusted of food <br />But mostly of yourself. <br />Can't you see me seeing right through your guise? <br />Everyone else may not see it <br />Or not want to believe they see truth in your protrusions <br />But pounds are falling off your skin <br />I - in third person perspective - can see you're ill <br />You can't fake 65 pounds and a brittle structure <br />You're not fooling me.<br /><br />Melissa Joy Chesky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-guise/
