Thin As A Rail

Light as a feather,
Thin as a rail,
Scantily clad and looking so frail.

Lost all your friends,
you only pushed them away,
choosing instead to slowly decay.

Looking in the mirror,
you hate what you see.
Everyday, you wish to be free.

Free from the lingering stares,
and the changing-room-meltdowns,
Free from the harsh glares,
and your constant frown.

But if only you knew,
it was all in your head,
Maybe then you wouldn't have wound up dead.