I see myself through distorted mirrors,

And never do I like what I see.

A bloated, disfigured figurine.

Rolls of fat bulging over unseen bone.

Metal teeth and broken eyes,

I am a picture of weary, fading lines.

Skin as dry as the desert sand,

Eyes as bloodshot as a gun-wound.

Hair wild, frizzing uncontrollably,

A mass of left over genes.

Unwanted, unneeded, hated.

I scratch myself, rip fat skin from me

with my teeth. I starve myself, it doesn't work,

Then I binge and binge until I puke.

I am warped, twisted, bent,

But no one knows the extent of my madness.