No one knows I haven’t eaten in weeks; I try my best to act normal; Within this sickness, I have reached my peak; Just waiting for my turn to fall; Sometimes its not so easy to hide; And some begin to get suspicious; But I will continue to push all of this food aside; And throw it off of my dishes; I hate the body that i’m in; So ill do my best to fix that; Maybe I’ll just cut my skin; Or starve to take off the fat; Either way I wont touch my plate; Scared that itll make me worse; Maybe living like this was my fate; Or maybe it was my curse;