Losing the Fat
Broken mirrors litter my path
And out of the cracks seeps my blood
Soaking in puddles of my tears
And twisted tendrils slither out
Reaching towards a tormented sky
Where I lay on the puffiest cloud
My face is gaunt and a sickly white
I lost my identity
Finding only distorted representations
In what others thought of me
For years I grew like a balloon
Without even realizing
And now the tendrils grab me
Bringing me back down to Earth
And the struggle is so real
Most days I feel empty inside
And I've got nobody in which to confide
So I cry myself to sleep
Hoping if I lose the weight
I'll accept myself
But it's never been that simple
Because of my lazy eye
So I shatter mirrors
Splitting my knuckles open
I'm dead inside
Wondering if I ever felt alive
And now I've lost my comfort foods
So there's no distraction from the agony
I'm lost inside my thoughts
Possibly a prisoner
All I wanted was to feel beautiful
But these shattered mirrors paint a different picture
If only one could see into my soul
Maybe they'd find something beautiful
Maybe a man worthy of love and adulation
So I fight hunger and depression
Just to find a fraction of that inner beauty
So I can plaster it over my outer ugly
It's all I have to live for
Even if I'll never be perfect
I'm losing the fat
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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