that isn't me
the mirror isn't me
it's showing a shadow of a girl
a wisp of a thing
someone who is broken
whose body cannot support her heart
whose brain is hardwired for self-loathing
and hatred
this body is weak
and fragile
the spirit it houses is relegated to its corner
do not come loose
do not come near me
the desires i have are killing me
slowly
killing me
these arms these legs
these hands
beg for what i will not give it
i have become a slave
of my own mind
break these chains
and let me free