**In this poem, the name “Ana” is short for the mental disease; Anorexia Nervosa
I know a girl named Ana
At first she seemed so kind
She chose me as a friend
Then snuck into my mind
She told me I was ugly
She told me I was fat
She told me I was worthless
She told me I was a brat
She stripped away my freedom
She pushed away my friends
She only cared for one thing
She wanted my life to end
She said that food was poison
She told me to be strong
I listened to her every day
I had no idea she was wrong
She never seemed satisfied
With the number on the scale
She pushed me to get thinner
Until I was weak and frail
I hated waking up
I hated falling asleep
I hated who I’d become
But all I could do was weep
I wanted her to disappear
I wanted her to leave
I wanted my life back
I wanted to believe
But then the miracle happened
My parents realized my pain
They helped me to recover
They helped me heal my brain
She’s still with me today
Struggling to survive
But I’m stronger than her now
I’m shutting down her life
Today I will be a fighter
Today I will be brave
Today I will be thankful
That I’m not buried in a grave
I wish that she had never come
But I know I can’t change the past
I have the future to look forward to
And it’s going to be a blast
