Catgotthecream

Dysmorphia

Stepping on the scales 
Stopping at feather state   
Conclusions its all ridged 
Mocking the body’s plate 

 

Time done in white rooms
New visits lengthy then last  
Hooked up to toxic fumes  
Records of targets harassed 

 

Water to dull the pangs 
Counting calories like sheep 
Frequent bathroom trips 
To aid a good nights sleep 

 

Extra hairs on my arms 
Dizzy spells daily 
Tight fitting skin 
In the mirror I’m shapely

 

A face growing small for it frame 
A voice weak for its claim 
A mind in morphed tame 

 

Ears that hear it all  
Eyes that fail what they say  
A complex to exhaust myself 
To bruised points everyday 

 

The problem they say 
Is that I aim to be this way.