This feeling has a name
But labels are evil.
This emptiness, hopelessness, doubt.
I have the power to change,
But something dreadful has occurred:
I cannot change,
I have learned helplessness.
It hurts more to change than it does to stay captive to misery.
I cannot change.

I have been labeled
And it is now my obligation
To fullfill it.

My mind and body suffer in unison.
My body hurts,
My views alter.
I cannot laugh
It hurts my ribs,
My exposed ribs
That show from lack of anything to cover them,
Save for my skin.
The things I used to enjoy,
I hate,
I despise.
Because that is what they tell me to do.
I force food into my body
But I do not want it.
I do not desire food
And I do not desire the effects from lack of food.
Therefore I eat.

I thought I knew,
But I didn't.
I had no idea.
The more I learn,
The less I know.
Eventually, I learn that I know nothing,
That I am nothing.
And that is a label,
A label I run from, hide from.
But it slaps me on the back.
I grow listless and pale
Under the label,
Apathetic and dead.