My best is not yet good enough,
I try, and yet I fail,
I eat and eat and yet I’m thin,
You tell me that I’m frail.
I’m frail of body, frail of mind,
I don’t know what to do,
I work and eat and work some more
And then I visit you.
My brain too starved for therapy,
We skirt around the issue,
And problems that are decades old,
Are whispered into tissues.
I need to change, you think I can,
But first I must gain weight.
But eating more or differently’s
Too hard to contemplate…