You get handed a plate,
Automatically you think,
Of all the ways,
You can get rid of the weight.
"Don't eat it,"
You tell yourself,
But you must,
To at least avoid suspicions.
"You will purge later,"
You tell yourself,
Because you know,
You're already much too fat.
You clean your plate,
Your first full meal in days,
But just like the last one,
It will go away.
Your family looks proud,
"They shouldn't be,"
You think
Because you know later on,
You will become weak,
And give into temptation.
Until, that is,
The next time,
You have to avoid suspicions.
