Body Dysmorphia

The whole world seems pretty and fair,
where beauty reigns and all that fares..

In my own little shackle it seems,
the soul so broken screams, cries of envy and hate..
A cage of mirrors I see,
where each reflection uglier and uglier it gets..
I wallow in despair,
unwilling to face the world
where the beauty is and I, the beast..

Digging my skin, like scraping faggots,
I indulge in cursing every part that belongs to me..
Ignoring anything called a soul
I shatter the mirrors,
fall myself like a glint of glass..
In agony, I soothe my wounds..
Another blemish on my blemished body..
In the world of beauty, where I am the beast...