Days of Pain

Shadows on the wall looking into your soul,
Only wants you to remember the things that are cold.
You start to cry and notice your tears are red,
Blood only releases what's deep within.

Glancing into the mirror,
Little voices are all you hear,
The ones that say terrible things,
The ones that know your only fears.

Day 1 of the pain is to watch what you eat,
Make sure to write everything down,
Down to the perfect tee.
Exercise well and never stop counting,
Maybe in a short while you won't see yourself as a fatty.

Day 2 of the pain is to try even harder,
You feel a little weakness but it only makes you stronger.
This time your finger is all you need,
To throw up what your mind didn't want you to receive.

Day 3 of the pain you start to give up,
Because when you look in the mirror,
The same image shows up.
But you bite your tongue knowing what you now have to do,
Starve yourself till you feel pretty,
Or at least that's what you think it will do.

When you go out in public,
There are always the stares.
You have the biggest smile on your face,
Knowing you look great until someone comes up and asks if you're okay.

In your mind the thought has arrived,
They thought I looked sick but I don't understand why.
I think it's the prettiest that I've ever been,
I don't have a problem and I'm not giving in.

I've worked too hard to get this figure,
The voices now fleeing with joy.
I've done everything they asked me too,
The perfect mirror image is what I now see.
What I don't understand is why others think I'm sick,
I picked away all my ugly flaws into something I knew would fit.