Kneeling on the bathroom floor,
Blurring vision, throat so sore.
Pounding head, stomach in pain,
Hiding my secret in guilty shame.
Image of perfection in my mind,
Is this a death wish I have signed?
Wanting control but having none,
My fight for survival has just begun.
Can I reach my goal before it's too late?
In my head is a constant debate.
Eat or don't eat, what should I do?
An impossible dream I pursue.
Food into mouth, eating more and more,
My instincts to starve I seem to ignore.
Filled with guilt at what I've done,
Once again Mia has won.
To the bathroom before the bowl,
Food is purged to reach my goal.
Can't fight against what's inside of me,
In Ana's and Mia's grasp I'll always be.
