i stand in front of my mirror
it feels as if i stand in front of an audience
i turn to the side, examine
the audience jeers
i grab a piece of myself, **** another in
push one part up with my hands
each movement molds my body, not with my hands,
but with my mind
turn back to the front, it's not enough
i still look like
that
it's not enough, i claw past my skin
it's not enough, i tear through muscle
it's not enough, i grip onto bone
it's not enough, i tear them open
the audience finally applauds