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.