Feeling skinny feels great...?

This poem expresses the struggle in the mind of somebody battling with anorexia: the conflict between self-perception and reality. It does feel great! I can’t stand the hunger. I’ve been lying all the time. I see the mirror and I hate it. I can’t believe this is me. Who am I supposed to be? Why do I look like this? But hunger helps. It makes me pretty. And it feels great! I need a friend, I feel lonely. I hate weight, but I still love it. Help please! I cannot stand it anymore.