Looking at myself in the mirror,

A face full of sadness.

I feel empty,

As my whole body shakes. 

The only thing still is my hand,

Holding up my weight.

I want my weight gone.

A mirror full of lies,

Measuring my waist- 

Hidden sadness.

Sitting in class with shaky hands,

The empty feeling never goes away. 

There is no better feeling than feeling empty,

No weight to worry about.

Not bothered by the shake- 

Not bothered to look in a mirror, 

Mirrors are full of lies and sadness, 

Hands cover my face while I walk past them.

I grab my stomach with my hands 

Longing for a feeling of emptiness.

Focused on the sadness

No weight can be lifted off my shoulders

But the mirror is still there 

And so is the shake.

I eat to aid the shaking-

But my hands are used to get rid of the food.

Teary-eyed in the mirror,

Is this better than feeling empty?

Nothing I do for my weight, 

Will take this sadness away?

Sadness cannot be shaken away,

Crying as I shake 

The only thought on my mind was the need to lose weight.

Holding up my hair with my hand-

Nothing is worth the emptiness,

Except for the look of the lost girl's reflection in the mirror.

Once again able to use the mirror still with a sad feeling,

The emptiness is gone and the shake was temporary,

Hands are still and the back is the weight.