This body, once mine, now feels estranged,  
Scarred and hollow, broken and changed.  
I look at it from somewhere far,  
As if I’m watching a distant star.  

Once, I loved this skin, this frame,  
It held me close, it knew my name.  
But now it feels like a cage, not a home  
A shell I wander, lost and alone.  

I live outside it, ghost-like and cold,  
No longer belonging, no longer whole.  
This body I hate, this body I mourn,  
Once familiar, now weathered and worn.  

I ache for the self I used to know,  
Before these scars, before this shadow.  
I drift, disconnected, silent and numb,  
In a body that no longer feels like my own.