I'm staring at the plate of food
Its staring back at me
Im constantly fighting a battle
I wish the world could see
Its shouting at me to take a bite
But I have to take control
My relationship with food
Is something which he stole
Worrying which foods will make me sick
Is just best not to eat
But I have to win this battle
If him I want to beat
Sometimes I wish I was too skinny
So I could never be hurt again
Make myself a walking skeleton
Too ugly to feel any pain
If I ended up in hospital
My worst fear would be true
I either starve or eat the food
But neither are easy to do.