Trapped In Misery

I see my bones
yet I look in the mirror
bones aren't what I see

I see this child desperate to be free
she wants so much to love herself
she wants to feel happy

the mirror shows her lies
she tries so hard to ignore them
yet they are strong

she tries to make herself eat
she knows she is to thin
however that little voice seems to always win

"don't eat that"
"fatty"
"ugly girl"
"disgusting child"

those are the words that sting me most
those are the words that come from my own thought
I hate my body and my body hates me.

why can't i just be free from this prison inside me.
I feel so ashamed that I trapped myself within this life of misery.
I tried to break free but always fail to see the beauty within me.