Another bad poem and more insecurities

Nails chewed and eyebrows half gone, you can tell when she is stressed out. A nervous wreck, she sits there and figits. Playing with her ring to fight the urge to shout. Tell me why, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like the end is today? Her fingers shaking, her mind a steady unease as I try and hook each crochet. One and, two and... she counts to herself If only she could do this all day Tell me why, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like the end is today? Her thoughts bounce around, screaming at her her hearts beating out of her chest Please, be quiet and let me be! Some mornings she can't even get dressed. Tell me why, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like the end is today? She stares at the bones protruding her skin and her veins bulging, they're trying to be free. But their little blue legs are far too weak, They'll never find their liberty. Tell me why, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like the end is today? Bravely she strips, and her bare feet meet the linoleum She exhales and steps on the scale. She opens her eyes and looks at her the screen She's gained weight, but why does she look like a rail? Tell me why, why do I feel this way? Why does it feel like the end is today?