Starving For Perfection

Empty inside, I cease to be,
I starve to become the ideal me,
I shall not eat because I'll be free,
When I'm too small for you to see.

I hide inside my shrinking shell,
My soul so deep, it's now a well,
First I slipped, and then I fell,
Now I'm in my personal Hell.

All along, I'm sure you knew,
And even if that isn't true,
Starving is what I will do,
Until I am as thin as you.