The Silent War

I have a problem, Day by day I am consumed; My legs are thicker, waist is bigger, She's over it they presume; But they don't know about the war in my mind, For it wasn't the three-step curable kind; It's easy to push away what you can't see, They don't know it slowly creeps into me; I fight with food, So silly they think, So I eat and I binge, Then starve when they blink. I'm at a war with me, I eat and I gorge, Sometimes to the point I consider a purge; Instead, because of the regret, I'll starve the next day, Trying to make myself forget, Then I'll do it all over again; I'm in a battle with myself that's always beginning And sometimes I'm winning, And sometimes I'm winning.