Have you ever known self-starvation?
That pang in your side,
the empty feeling in your stomach.
Have you ever felt that?

Then don't tell me I'm wrong.
It's addicting, believe it or not,
so don't you dare tell me to stop.

It's not that easy for me to just bite, chew, swallow,
because later I will be the one in pain,
and wallowing in my own sorrow.

I look in the mirror,
at my distorted reflection,
and say "I'm not there yet".
And I keep trying, I have been,

for five years.

So don't tell me,
to just quit it
because honey
I can't.
I'm a slave to my own ambitions.