I'm not the greatest poet out there, believe me, I know. This was written for a friend of mine.

Again in the evening, I stare down my plate
I'm feeling so guilty by how much I ate
My throat quickly tightens as panic sets in
The monster I call Mia, is raging within.
[But on the outside, I remain
Perfectly sane].
I excuse myself from dinner and push back the chair,
I avoid my parents and their concerned stares.
In the bathroom, I stand before the mirror.
I can hide nothing. My image is clearer
[Than ever before.
I shut the door].
I look away, pained, my eyes become wet
I feel weak and pathetic and full of regret.
I can see my every imperfection
Mia mocks my grief in this reflection
[A sick reality
Becomes bittersweet].
My body's unsightly. I scream in disgust
I reach out for comfort- Mia hands me a 'brush
She coaxes, "once more, nobody will know"
She smiles at me, knowing she has control.
[The burning inside
Is quick to subside].
Mia strokes my hair lovingly, she knows that she's won
But I feel safe with her now that her hunger has gone.
-
And if only for a moment,
I am satisfied...
Though this 'happiness' is temporary-
and based upon a lie.