Ednos

I'm so messed up they can't even name me.
Can't place a tag on my feelings or thoughts.
Food's my obsession and always will be.
I eat all alone so I won't be caught.
If no one finds out- it never occured
so stuff my face now and go cry later
for letting my visions shortly be blurred.
I see a model and scream, "I hate her."
It's not fair that her ribs can so protrude
while mine are covered with layers of fat.
I try my hardest to lighten the mood
but end up confused- Don't know where I'm at.
I stand in the grocery store for hours.
Leave empty but still feel like a coward.