If Only

Hate and a drowned out fate had made up her life.
People would ask "Who is to blame?"
To these people, she replied all the same,
"The enemy was food. "
Although it may have seemed rather rude,
The way she'd constantly refuse to eat,
The way she'd constantly refuse to take a seat.
Spending all her days working out,
She still wouldn't let food near her mouth.
Nights now spent in tears,
Were the same nights spent with fears.
Beautiful is all she wished to be.
Now if only she'd see,
The beauty she so wished to have,
Was the same beauty she has always had.