This Body

Why was I cursed

With this body?

So perfect,

Such an annoyance

Eyes of emerald,

Hair of fire

Slim to a fault

And curved to the extreme

Eyes follow me

As I walk down the hall

Longing and hatred,

Lust and admiration

They say they

Want to be me,

So discontented

Sick of being invisible

In this body,

That is what I want,

Much too visible

A pretty face in the crowd

Disease ravaged

Always sick

So pale

Still envied

But who looks

Beyond the visible

To the pain inside

To the person within

They say I am beautiful,

But only a few really mean it

Only a few know me well enough

To fully judge

Let me become invisible

To all but those who

Love me for me

Not the body I was trapped in

Save your envy

For those who want it

Save your lust

For those who will appreciate it