Silent grumbles and blank stares

Seeing stars when you stand

Feeling empty twenty four seven 

Shaking legs and a shaky hand 

Never feeling full but never wanting to 

Liking the way you look

At least you thought you would 

But now you write calories in a book

Always accepting meals and candy 

Only to spit it out later 

When eating a full meal 

You only feel like a traitor 

You want to be perfect 

Letting out the food you once held 

Saying you were fine on the outside 

But that voice in your mind only yelled

-A.G.