Bulimia.
You go inside, you shut the door,
Oh how this ritual you don't adore,
But you feel like you must,
You will soon adjust,
For the pain and sorrow may bring beauty tomorrow.
You lean down and think,
But you stop in a blink ,
As you throw your finger in your throat,
To rid of this fat coat.
Your mouth tastes bitter as you rid of the litter that you have swallowed down.
You cough and you gag but after, you frown.
You repeat this again like before
And you continue more and more.
After what feels like centuries
Your stomach finally empties.
You feel tears in your eyes as you stand up and sigh.
You look in the mirror and your stomach stretched far,
But what you can't see is who you really are.
