Anorexia

The scale starts to call and I cannot resist; constantly drawn to my biggest fear. The painful number that I see, never leaves my mind. Every day. Every minute. Every second. She never stops - this voice inside my head. She speaks to me. She yells at me. So hurtful; the words that she says. I will never be who she wants me to be. "Don't eat that", she pleads. "Look in the mirror and you'll see." "You're fat!" "You're pathetic!" "You're a failure!", she screams. She makes me cry, as I fall to my knees - tears falling down, I will never succeed. I'll never be good enough. She will never be pleased. Complete perfection is what Ana seeks. I am her slave, but she's good to me. She gives me strength, yet makes me weak. Ana tries to make me thin. She brings me hope. She's all I need. And even if I tried to break free...her disease has already taken hold of me.