Poem I wrote, not finished

She said,
Its not getting any better,
And the frantic fears are getting thicker,

She thought,
The year is almost over,
And I'm still dancing with this lover.

She saw,
Her body growing bigger,
Though the mirror said she was much thinner,

She felt,
The bone beneath her skin,
And how much more was needed until she could win,

She heard,
The voices beginning worry,
And never once was she sorry

She tasted,
The dinner she didn’t eat,
As she guzzled water in the bathroom