My Enemy

Another day a new nightmare.
The feeling of hunger is creeping up, im now scared.
If I start I won't stop. Its to late, i'm already being sick.
I stand in front of the mirror.
Unhappy, angry bitter. Why me?
What is it i see? Ugly.
Desperate, the longing to be normal lingers around me, it never leaves.
Iwant to be free, in control of me, not lonely.
Nobody understands.
I no help is at hand, just not in my land.
Following me everywhere i go, everything i do.
If only they knew.
Feeling faint. It;s coming around again. It's me i hate.
When will it end. Can i open the gate before its to late.