Voices

• Abbey Welch, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

I lay in my safe sanctuary - my bed,
Only for pain to penetrate the secure walls I’ve built,
I close my glassy eyes,
And hear it come flooding back.

The harsh voices echoing in my head,
Convincing me I’m not good enough,
The world pushing, pulling, persuading,
As though I am worthless.

Why me?,
Why now?,
“Eat less!”,
“Fat cow!”.

Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to escape,
No one to speak to,
All cause my body is a different shape.