My reflection stares back at me from the water in the white ceramic bowl

I shudder at it

With glassy eyes and big crocodile tears rolling down my pale cheeks

I stand up and look in the mirror

I look away i can't bare to look at myself as someone who is not me

Bags around my eyes and hair falling out

I'm growing tired of myself

I can feel it coming again

That white ceramic bowl has become my home after every meal

Fingers down my throat and a cough here and there but never too loud because i wouldn't want anyone to worry

Count the calories of this and that

One more day you can make it

Your not hungry push it down

If you fail go back to your home

Home of my white ceramic bowl