Dysmorphia

Don't look at me

Or at this hideous body

It's utterly disgusting

And it makes me sick

Even with just a short glimpse of seeing it

In a scratched mirror's reflection

Fixating with ones image to the point of sickness

So I shun myself away for noone to ever see this face

What the fuck was this figure supposed to be resemble a surreal work of art?

Perturbingly grotesque painted on this canvas

So horrific how could you ever

Stand it or gaze upon its abhorred design

That's nothing short of indefinite ugliness

This body is a prison

Dysmorphic

I reject this rotting form

And the putrid fucking carcass of which I adorn

I reject all that I have let myself become

And I'm ashamed to admit

That I need some help

Though even if had the chance to

Prevent this

All from happening

I would have let it all dissipate for more fleeting moments of bliss

Gorging my gut with gluttonous lust

For these brief moments of pure happiness

With little to no control of myself

I know it's killing me but I just cannot stop

With little to no control of myself

I know it's killing me but I just cannot stop

I reject this rotting form and the putrid fucking carcass of which I adorn

I reject all that I have let myself become

And I'm ashamed to admit that I need some help

This body is a fucking prison

To which I am caged inside of it can you please tell me

How do I make it out of this