By Christa
Date: 22 November 1999

My dream, my nightmare

	

Ice cream, cakes, cookies, candy,
These are my enimies.
I run from them in a panic,
They cause me to be this way.
Starve for 5 days, exercise for 9,
When is it enough?
What is body telling me?

My nails are fragile,
My hair is thin.
My body is weak and frail,
Starve for 5 days,
Exercise for 9,
But this is my dream.

Thin and beautiful,
Yet the beauty is soiled by guilt.
Out of controll,
My life spiralls before my tearing eyes.
Starve for 5 days, 
Exercise for 9.

Trapped and filled with rage,
Hopless and hungry,
I strive for my superficial goal.
Starve for 5 days,
Exercise for 9.
My life slows before my eyes,
That is not me,
This is not my story,
Yet this is my dream, my nightmare.