there is this certain
feeling of burning
in being hated
for what you see

or what you can't see

because of ways that your mind
does and does not work

this feeling of
disgust
and evil
and your hands
now seem too slender
bony

you are
a part of something scary
and dead
you can pick apart
your face
and skin

every
beauty mark
as you go along your body
it now all seems
ugly
and bumpy
imperfection
is housed in your figure

and now
all i can see
is *****, stained skin
the farthest thing
from perfect

but

you already saw all of this
in me, didn't you?