Jane!.
By me:]
She's dying inside!.
Her friends look down upon her,
Her boyfriend taunts her!.
Her parents don't care,
She has nowhere to hide,
from the pain deep inside!.
Jane doesn't like herself!.
She looks in her mirrior,
Pulls out the scale,
115 pounds it read,
She crawled to her comfort,
Her welcoming bed!.
Salads, Soups and Yogurt,
Was all she ate!.
She looked in her mirrior,
110 pounds it read,
She crawled to her isolation,
Her cold and cruel bathroom!.
People are noticing,
Her friends were jealous,
Her boyfriend is adoring,
Her parents were concerned,
She knew the truth would come out,
When the scale and her body met once again!.
Jane is content,
But she can do better she thought!.
She looks at her mirrior,
pulls out the scale
89 it read,
She collapsed to the floor!.
Her friends were scared,
Her boyfriend was confused and upset,
Her parents were crying over the phone,
Jane was in the hospital,
With needles in her arms,
Is this what she calls beautiful!?Www@QuestionHome@Com