it is true, what they say, you know
you are disgusting
cellulite rippling under sun scarred scales
gluttony clear as day
in your silhouette
so unkind and unclean
that hundreds will take precedence
you drive away the clean
from everything you know

unlovable, unloving
you do not deserve the sun
you do not deserve the light
you do not deserve love

you do not deserve
what the world knows
you are not worthy of

sincerely, yourself