Anorexia

The food is taunting me,
looking at me from the plate.
I glare right back at it,
my eyes full of disgust and hate.
There's no way I'm going to eat,
that stupid fattening meal.
I have no desire to do so,
because hunger, I no longer feel.
I have no appetite at all,
which is fine with me.
That makes it easier to restrict,
and then I can stay real skinny.
I tell my mom I already ate,
even though that is a fib.
But I will not be happy,
until I can see each and every rib.
I'll starve myself as long as it takes
for me to become really thin.
I'll make my body so tiny and then,
the pain will be forced from within.