Bulimia

Scale says nintey-five
I feel three hundred.
Pressure bears on me like shackles
That keep me prisoner.
Your heart says eat.
Your mind says don't.
one hundred calories
three hundred.
five hundred.
I take it all in,
All at one time.
What have you done?
A voice in my head will always say.
I run to the bathroom
To throw it all away.
Control.
I feel like I have it.
Over something.
I feel okay.
I never want this feeling
To go away.