The mirror doesn't lie,
it shows me what is true.
It points out flaws & imperfections,
it tells me what I must do.
Starve for yet another day,
it's really no big deal.
I'm used to the routine by now,
exercise often, don't eat any meals
And if I give into temptation,
and allow myself something to eat,
I must compensate somehow,
I must make up for my defeat.
Either bent over the toilet,
throwing up my guilt and shame.
Or lots of laxatives & more exercise
in the end it works out the same.
After I've gotten rid of,
or burned off the food I ate,
it's back to restricting for days,
so I won't gain any weight.
The mirror doesn't lie,
it shows a worthless me,
who tries so hard to be perfect,
but that's something I'll never be.
