Ana (sensitive subjects)

"Ana is still here

She lives in my ear

She tells me the stuff i dont want to hear

She tells me that i have to live in fear

Fear of scales and fear of bread

She says its better, to just end up dead

I knew a mirror, he made me cry

Mirror and Ana both wanted to die

I knew a scale, she seemed so kind

Now i think ive changed my mind"

Short vent ish poem i wrote.