Ellen West by Frank Bidart

I chose this poem not because I can see myself in it but because I can find a friend in it. My best friend whom I have grown up with faught like this during our last two high school years. I believe that she had many of the same thoughts as Ellen and struggled with this sickness alone. Many a time, my friends and I tried to talk to her about it, but much like Ellen she refused to believe that anything was wrong. Thankfully my friends story doesn't end like Ellen's, but it is such a problem that our society faces and I think that every person at some point has not been happy with what they see in the mirror, but it is their own personal way of dealing with it that we don't know about. In a way I am sad for Ellen because I think that she could have faught back at this sickness and overcome it but it overcame her in the end.