I don't understand it.

I wince at my reflection.
The mirror is a disease.
With a mind like mine,
im nowhere near "At ease".

Shove the plate away.
Say i already ate.
Am i really passing?
Am i doing great?

Im no expert,
Barley a beginner.
But after a little practice,
you can avoid your dinner.

Step on the scale,
hope for perfection.
but you know by now,
the fat is an infection.

Stare at the dark,
wait for a brighter black.
Enjoy happiness now,
For the demons will come back...