Ana Wins

Hunger is such a wanted emotion.
It takes over me with one strong motion...
I love the emptiness that it makes me feel,
But i crave more still.

The hunger drives me insane.
Yet for some reason, I like the pain.
I like having control.
I won't be like everyone else; I can only fit my own mold!

I crave the food; more than I should.
So, I eat just like I knew I eventually would.
Then I head to the bathroom; to look into my mirror of despair.
I look at my image, and I wish I didn't care...

I wish I could be numb to the fat;
But the pounds will always come back.
I clench my fists,
But then I remember why I'm doing this...

I want to be perfect...
Beyond all regret!
I strive to be thin,
What can i say; I lose Ana wins...