Food tastes like poison on my lips
my features look distorted, like in one of those carnival mirrors
I eat, to keep my parents happy, but while I eat I can't help but hate myself
My energy is drained, all I want to do is sleep
I can't think straight, I don't want to do anything
I don't want to talk to people, go anywhere, just sleep
sleep in my warm, loving bed and not deal with anything
I anger my parents, or rather I guess it's worry
they see me disappearing once more behind my mask
worrying I'm just making myself worse
I don't mean to, if I am, I'm just not hungry, I'm just tired, I'm fine
I have to be fine...