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I throw up 10 times late at night,
a few extra during the day.
I take boxes of laxatives,
and accept the pain I’ll pay.

The doctors say I’m bulimic,
but what do they really know.
My body is my own business,
I wish they’d let it go.

I hate the way they treat me,
as though I’m an infant child.
Sometimes I’ll throw a tantrum,
to get back at them for awhile.

I beat my body up real good,
to fill up this empty hole.
Torture makes me feel better,
it calms my inner soul.

I don’t care what people say,
they can’t force me to eat.
The more they try I will fight,
until they are in defeat.

When I'm hungry I will eat,
and somehow hold it in.
It doesn’t matter if I’m fat,
or if I’m really thin.

My secret is for me to know,
I refuse to tell you more.
The reasons I’m bulimic,
can no longer be ignored.