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.