This Is Not My Body

This is not my body. This body is crooked and broken. A million pieces of shattered glass… A mosaic of all my failures. A puzzle of all my feelings. This is not my body. This body has been touched and twisted, By the hands of lovers and others who have no name. This body still dreams that it will one day change. Evolve into what it truly thinks it deserves. This is not my body. The body that I so truly wish had been sculpted with careful, steady hands, But instead holds the lingering touch of those who never owned this body. This is not my body.