Get thee behind me anorexia!
You tried to destroy my body and my mind.
You fed me lies all day and made me blind.
You wanted to bring me to destruction.
You tired to steal all of my cognitive function.
Get thee behind me anorexia!
You creeper, you slipped into my life when I was young.
You son of the devil, you smell of putrid dung!
You thought you could lead me straight to your boss.
You tired so hard to snatch me, in the wind toss.
Get thee behind me anorexia!
You wreaked havoc on my organs and body.
You made me always feel so shoddy.
You made me think that I was worthless.
You made me think I had no purpose.
Get thee behind me anorexia!
You told me I was fat when I was just skin and bones.
You hummed your sickening words and endless tones.
You made me so sick I had to be hospitalized.
You brought me down, down, down until I lay paralyzed.
Get thee behind me anorexia!
You have no more right over my life!
You have no more grounds to bring me strife!
You have no more power!
You will not turn me sour!
Get thee behind me anorexia!
You will not bring me to an early death!
You will not make me breathe your horrid breath!
You will not dictate my future, or days to come!
You will not make me feel like worthless scum!
Get thee behind me anorexia!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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