Paint a smile on when I awake,
make it last all day I'm such a fake.
I'm happy that's a lie,
I make sure no one hears me cry.
I try to act all bubbly,
So no one sees the war in me.
To eat or starve or binge or fast,
I wonder how long this war will last.
The little voice of reason that screamed, "You'll die!"
Barely makes a pip or cry
Ana voice it grows so strong,
"You're almost there, just hang on."
If I eat, she fills me with guilt,
Makes me feel dirty, like I've rolled in filth.
She says, "You're not empty and no longer pure.
You must purge it all that's for sure."
When I'm done, I'm tired and weak.
I lay in bed but can not sleep.
Ana's voice, it fills my head.
"You fat a$*, get out of bed!
Don't you realize how much you ate?
Work it off before it's to late!"
"Come on Leah, you're such a wimp,
You must work out until you go limp.
Food is poison - you know that.
It tricks you, and it makes you fat."
The voice of reason whispers one last word,
"Leah, you know this is absurd."
Ana slowly moves right in,
All I care about is being thin.
Ana says she will make me strong,
The question is, "Is Ana wrong?"
