i want to fight

in my mind,

i fight.

but what i say, what i do,

is nothing.

in my mind,

i am standing up for myself.

i am persuading myself that

i need to eat

it is okay to get a question wrong

grades do not define me

looks are not who i am

but what always happens is that

i say nothing when you make fun of me,

i refuse to eat if i can go a little longer,

i never raise my hand although i have the right answer,

i worry over a perfect GPA,

i hate the body i'm stuck in.

in theory, i fight.

i really do.

in reality, i run away.

always disappointing myself.

maybe one day i can proudly say that i’m a fighter.