First Showing

So I said I love poetry and write my own, here is one I've written:

UNDERSTAND ME

You can fill her with colour and cover her in clothes,

You can stuff her with food and wait till she shows.

You can weep and cry, but her mind is elsewhere,

You can kick and scream and she won’t seem to care.

You can make her feel guilt and make her feel pain,

You can make her feel sorrow and strike her again.

But you will never endure the same pain as she,

Nor the guilt, nor the sorrow, or the longing of glee.

You can clothe her, bathe her, drown her in paint,

Bring colour from make-up, but still she will faint.

Her hair may now shine, and her face may now glow,

But her heart is still broken, will forever run slow.

Her soul is fallen, and her mind is defeated,

Her face still sallow, and her body not heated.

But she still wants you to hold her hand,

And never leave her to her own quick sand.

She’s still slowly sinking, still drowning in shame,

At the pain she causes and the unwanted fame.

So hold onto hope and don’t ever give in,

Someday she’ll be back, be your child again. 

As you can probably guess its about 'Ana'. 

Its more a poem to a someone who knows someone with Ana and is struggling to understand what they are going through. It helped my family understand a little so hopefully it can help someone else understand it a little more. 

Laters guys.