In the mirror’s gaze, a distorted sight,
A war within, both day and night,
Silent cries and hidden fears,
Battling shadows through the years.

The plate’s a battlefield, a twisted game,
Hunger’s whisper, guilt and shame,
Counting bites, a fragile peace,
Seeking solace, a fleeting release.

Through hollow eyes, a soul confined,
Chains of doubt, a weary mind,
Thin lines blur, reality sways,
In search of strength, through endless days.

Yet hope remains, a flicker, a spark,
A journey forward, through the dark,
With every step, a chance to heal,
To break the chains, to truly feel.