You Don't Know

The struggles of trying to be beautiful in a society which insists thin is perfection

The mirror says I'm lying,
I'm not as pretty as I say.
It tells me that I cannot eat
A bite of food today.

My friends tell me to stop it,
I'm getting way too thin.
But this is not their battle,
It's a war that I must win.

I eat a tiny bit now
To calm the aching pain,
Then sneak into the bathroom,
Letting my tears fall like rain.

Sometimes I think it'd be easier
To just stop and end it all.
I'm throwing up ten times a day,
I know I'm going to fall.

I plaster on a smile,
Dive back into reality.
I'm hurting and I'm dying,
I just wish that you could see.