idontwantto-die:

Fat.

You call us.

For every calorie we eat.

Skinny.

You praise us.

For every bone you see.

Damaged.

We tell you.

Damaged goods is what we are.

Perfect.

You convince us.

The end is nearly there.

Eat.

You scream.

Terrified for us.

Starve.

We hear.

Something we think is just.

Because the words you say, are not what we hear.

And what we say, will always fall on deaf ears.