Anorexia

I reach my own nirvana through starving.
What makes me most empty makes me most full.
I need people looking at me marveling.
Eating nothing is my primary rule.
My stomach aches yet I refuse to eat.
Glancing in the mirror I feel disgust.
I am inferior to those I meet.
All alone, there is no one I can trust
except this evil yearning inside me
that screams out my own satisfaction should
come through fasting- It will set me free.
Yet I would stop this if only I could.
The thinness I sought to be accepted,
in the end has just left me rejected.