She is finally grown up.
She's a girl I once knew;
my heart was her heart long ago.
She lives with a past
that locks her away
in a tomb that you'll never know.
Despite clever smiles
and charming head nods,
she sees nothing that warrents their time.
She senses a belly
where there's nothing but bone,
longing for looks so devine.
Soon smiles are lost
in eyes of pitty,
she increases the layers she wears.
They think she needs help
and tell her to eat,
but even they cannot stop the fears
Friends too soon are gone,
family gives up
"How can she keep going like that?"
They'll never quite see
it's not about food;
She wears a worn soul that makes her too fat.
God is seen always in a child's eyes