Mirrors scare me
Because whatever person I may see
It's never quite who I want to be

I don't have much fat left, I know this much
But when I pinch my skin between my fingers
I can barely see it as such
And as long as I linger
In front of the dreaded mirror
I can never quite see
Myself as thin as I want to be

Sometimes I struggle to make myself eat
As much as I know I need
Because as soon as I cheat
And let myself eat
My abs are gone and I proceed
To approach the mirror
And see even clearer
Exactly what I don't want to see

"Why won't you let me
pick you up?"
"Don't you want some of this cake?"
Can't you see?
I'm much too heavy,
If only mentally.

I'm mentally heavy
Mirrors don't help me
Mirrors scare me