Less then what I should be (a poem about overcomeing an eating

The mirror is my coach
it tells me everyday
how well or bad I'm doing
according to what I weigh
so tell me mirror
have I got it?
have I succeed at all
maybe even just a little bit
you've always told me who I am
trying to reach perfection
but all I see is fat hanging everywhere
when I look at my reflection
I want to look like those models
the ones that almost look fake
it makes me think it's worth it
every single pain, every single ache
I'm seventeen years old
and only weigh 71 pounds
I eat to make people happy
but throw it up when no one's around
people tell me I look fine
but I'm still not at peace
the only time I'm really happy
is when the numbers on the scale start to decrease
I've lost all my energy
I feel like my body is going to snap
but I need to be skinner
I've fallen into the media's trap
my jeans no longer fit
and I don't remember how food tastes
my mom puts food in front of me
but each time it's just a waste
I can no longer eat
even when I try
I just throw it up
as I lay there and cry
my mirror taunts me
telling me how much I fail
it's still not happy with me
even though my numbers have declined on the scale
it tells me I can't take the truth
that I'm just too weak
it tells me what I should and should not do
and it says I should not eat
I try not to look
because I know I'll be disgusted too
just take a look at me
there's so much left I have to do
I take just a peek
I want to make the mirror happy right?
it teases me with thoughts of food
and keeps me up late into the night
but the mirror is never wrong
I depend on it the most
but everyday it reminds me of the eating disorder
in which my body is the host
I let it take over me
to the mirror I would always give in
please tell me what to do
help me, starve me thin
I'm tired of being so fragile
I want a life to live
I am not feeble
I can take whatever you have to give
the sickness becomes my friend
but it tells me I need it more
regretting every meal I skip
as it continues to make me sore
tell me again why I listen
your results may end in death
for so long you made me believe
that your way was best
but no more!
I have had enough
I will get through this
even though for this I will have to be tough
I am not owned by you
who are you to tell me
that I'm not good enough
and that I'm less then what I should be!!!!