anna

~S** ♥
 * this poem is a riddle, and of course, an extended metaphor. it is __not__ about an actual person, because people seemed to be having trouble seeing that. anyway, enjoy! feedback about the rhymes would be very much appreciated!

__anna__

i'm silent when i'd rather speak 'cause anna's always there she watches me to make me weak with her happy, stone-cold stare she judges every word i say denying how i feel she stops me when i try to pray and tells me god's not real

when i look into the mirror anna stands behind i hear her voice, it whispers: "let me help you cross the line" anna eats away the hunger she takes away the pain before i start to wonder when did i become so vain?

anna's there through thick and thin and she can promise that to take me down, pull me in it always makes me laugh but still, she is my one true friend with whom i share my strife she says she'll be there 'til the end since i sold her my life

i want to be like her, my friend more than anything in the world she's broken things i cannot mend as her words around me twirl so anna taunts and anna teases she says its just for fun but her confidence, she seizes 'cause she will not be outdone

anna can't be lost from me her grip holds way too tight she shows me things i couldn't see that were hidden in the light and when i start to wither anna grins and cheers without my heat i shiver and weep with frozen tears

but anna lies, sometimes she's evil so desperate i become this torture was primeval i didn't see from early on her devil has possessed me now there is no other way anna just laughs, she counts down every single wasted day

i walk and my bones rattle to the tune of anna's song i know i'll lose this battle 'cause anna's never wrong my stomach cries for something that i cannot be fed anna pummels me in her prize ring insults that burn blood red

she is what i desire more than some face in the crowd though anna's my supplier of these promises i've vowed it's more than just my secret some hope that i deposit to her, and she will keep it i'm the skeleton in her closet

she wants me to be nothing more some skin, calcium, and marrow to become the vision i adore and wind my mind too narrow i learn to like my stomach groans as she strips away my pride with collar, ribcage, white hipbones my well-being on the side

so when my body fails me anna's simply too inept to know i hate the self i see i'd rather die than to accept! but anna will find another soul now that i've reached my end another soul who can't control my one and only friend