To Shame the Already Ashamed

I sit in silence….. The deafening sounds of people taint my sensitive ears As simple as a thought, it brushed past my ear Judgement You need to eat! Are you OK? You're too skinny! You look sick! Little do they know I look at my own reflection with distaste Little do they know I make myself eat to please them alone, yet unlike food, I will never satisfy their starving standards, and I will never desire to. I was always smiling, bringing joy Yet a joyful soul is merely nothing more than the fat wobbling over an uninformed being What is lifelike when you stand on the side and you are no longer visible in a world full of fat, joyful people? You are non-existent No longer do I see myself either Just a thin line surrounded by curves, never to be seen If you cannot be seen, are you truly heard? You can only be heard upon the ears of a person who's diagnosed as insane Are you truly insane for seeing me as who I am? Or am I truly crazy in hoping to be seen If only by the insane.