Distorted Eyes

From collar bones to skinny wrists She tries to joke, impress with her wits Thigh gaps, stomach flat Through her eyes she see nothing but fat It becomes a game, how far will she go? It only depends on what her scale will show One goal met, a lower one set The pattern continues, she's not done yet She starts to get sick, cold, numb, and weak When she stand up you hear all her bones creak Never a fad, never for show She pushed herself to see how far it would go Don't know how to stop, it's now who you are Each day she purges, even though she is starved Now I am sick, but I know I can't quit Why do I think this all this pain is worth it?