It’s not about the eating
And what I put inside
It’s something much more important
Something that I must hide
We eat because we have to
I know just what I’m told
But if you want to understand me
Forcing leaves me cold
The truth is much more serious
It’s not about the food
The trauma not so physical
It’s more about my mood
I’m scared to talk about it
I’m a little lost I guess
Please help me but be gentle
To get me out this mess
So if you know someone
Who doesn’t eat like you
Be patient, be sympathetic
And you can help them through
It takes time
