My hands shake.

There’s so much pain in my back.

My legs are unsteady.

Brushing my hair hurts.

I’m so hungry

Every bite I take is seasoned with guilt.

I can’t physically put things in my mouth,

Things I love to eat, now make me sick.

With just one glance and my appetite calls it quits.

I’m so tired.

I can’t sleep at night.

My dreams are more like terrors.

Things I can’t share, I admit.

My brain is tired.

I process too much.

I’m emotionally drained.

I feel like screaming.

Stress is the strongest feeling

And I’m shaking my head.

Because I know that

The pain, the fear, the anxiety

Is coming from the standards I have for

myself.

They say I am delicate, a graceful little flower

yet behind my appearance something screams louder.