Self Control Poem by neo riddick

These high standards i refer to as 'self control'. are my own demise taking it's toll
the body will scream til you provide the proper food intake required to live
to all who want to be so quick to label things YOU must live in order to know
FUK YOU ALL
each day is horrid
trying to plan each and every potential hunger situation as a potential battle. It is never ending WAR
three bites of food. now I have to cut.
does anyone out there really understand me? now, I am evil, angry and I must bleed
for those three bites I have eaten, I must suffer and pay for the damage done
trying so very much to understand myself.
the outside world has many opinions of me. Not many if any nice ones.
so many are now full to the brim with rumors of self harm and ED's
so, no longer am I accused of drugs. I starve & I cut
I do not hate who I am.
just trying to find comfort. a place where I can be me. feel free
so many things could be said to justify what I do
alone I am. smile and nod. thats all I have left to do