[ Dear mum, 1 ]

Dear mum, 1

I wrote a poem. I hate writing, but it'll be better this way. I don't want to see your expression, or your tears.2

It's not your fault.3

Anyway, here it is - 4

I can't disobey my head,5

maybe it'd be better if I was dead6

then there would be no tears,7

no dread,8

I won't, I wont, I wont9

be fed.10

I'm like a ragdoll without it's studding11

the truth may hurt and sting12

but Ana's isn't going13

she's here to stay... 14

I want Ana to stay, mum. She's been more help over the last couple of months than you have been all my life.15

I know you'll want me to get help, and to "talk about this problem", but I honestly don't need you. I don't care that my age 9-10 jeans are too big, or that I don't smile anymore because it makes my cheks fat, and I don't want fat cheeks. In fact, I like having Ana as a friend. 16

So leave me alone, let me work this out, because this isn't serious. I thought you'd like to know, byt really, I'm fine. 17

I still love you,18

Lara xx