What about you?

In my room,
Doing my hair,
Foods nearly ready,
Smell it in the air.

Trying to think of a way out,
But im too late now,
Mums started to shout,
"come on now, dinners ready"
Walk down the stairs so so steady.

tip toe
tip toe
tip tip
POP

there it is,
right infront of me,
chop it up nice and small,
"why cant i just be free?!?!"

The smell the taste,
So hard to face,
Loosing the will to resist,
That horrid place.

I love it,
But hate it too,
Maybe it will help me get thin,
Keep me true,
but that is coming from me...
What about you?