You're with me everywhere that I go
You tell me you’re my friend
You slowly kill me everyday
But I try to pretend

That you are here to help me
You’ll bring me friends and fame
If you gain full control,
A grave will bear my name

I'm a puppet on a string
And you, the puppeteer
You control my every move
You fill my soul with fear

Each day as you get stronger
You leave no time for friends
You tell me I must exercise−
The torture never ends

My mind is like a dust storm
I can't think when you’re so strong
And when I try to fight you
You tell me that I'm wrong

To think that you will leave me
You say you’ll never go
I don't need you to live
And I want you to know

You tell me I'm superior
Because I am now thin
But what you never told me
Is what matters lies within

With help from all my loved ones
I’ve learned that it is true
They love me for the Payyton inside
And so I don't need you

Anorexia, you’re worthless
And I just want you to know
That I'm ready to recover
Ready to let you go

by Payyton Egerstaffer

Comments (11)

The version quoted above is the earliest version but not the best. The two I quoted below are better and later versions He improves the poem and replaces some of the out of date lines with something equally or more witty. The pity is that the version quoted above is the only one you can find on the internet. I have noticed that the internet is very incestuous, copying endlessly what one person posts and never looking further.
When Nash and Weill wrote One Touch of Venus this poem was revised and rewritten with several new lines and additional verses which are amusing. The limitation on characters in this comment do not permit me to quote it but here are a few gems: As a dachshund abhors revolving doors. and, As much as a lifeguard hates to swim, / Or a writer hates to read, / As Hays office frowns on low cut gowns, /That's how much you I need.
In his book Marriage Lines: notes of a student husband, The poem was revised to something better. The character limitations on this comment do not allow me to fully quote it but here is the rewritten last verse I love you more than a bronco bucks, Or a Yale man cheers the Blue. Ask not what is this thing called love; It's what I'm in with you.
Love and hatred are two diagonally opposite emotions.A lover who is in deep passion may go through these two emotions - - if faced with betrayal..
As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths.. Excellent conceptualization. Congrats on modern poem of the Day.
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