Back again!
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Turning to the side,
And looking, staring at my reflection,
Eighteen stone heavy,
Way off course to perfection.
Examining the slight bulge,
A result of lack of time, energy and will.
Remembering the days,
When I tried to cure it with a pill.
A few pounds off will help,
But time is ever increasingly short,
Living up to what I am,
A designer has to look good of course.
And yet those stupid pills,
I took them to make me look good,
But they killed me in the end,
And now I can barely eat my food.
Deprived of my thirst,
And deprived of hunger, I'm weakened,
The side effects will last,
Long after the scars have healed.
Trying to fight an image,
Of who and what I am supposed to be,
I lost myself in a trance,
And induced my own insanity.
I cry a little, but only that,
For tears are lost now to this cause.
Tried to be my own person,
But instead, some part of me falls.
Hating all about myself,
I throw a punch, and in my horror,
With wounded hands and dented pride,
I'm even uglier in the shattered mirror...
Copyright David Kamikaze 2004