In the mirror’s gaze, a distorted view,
A battle fought, unseen by many eyes,
The hunger grows, yet food is seen as foe,
A silent scream beneath the smiling guise.
The mind’s cruel whispers, echoing within,
Each bite a war, each meal a test of will,
The body weakens, frail beneath the skin,
A lonely path, a void thatâs hard to fill.
Friends and family, they try to understand,
But words canât bridge the chasm of the soul,
A fractured heart, a shaking, trembling hand,
Seeking control, yet losing all control.
But hope remains, a light within the dark,
A journey slow, but steps of courage made,
The heart can heal, each scar a lasting mark,
With love and strength, the shadows start to fade.