You hate your body
In a brutal, overwhelming way
That you think no-one else will ever understand.
I know what you do to it,
Helpless in your hatred,
Owned by your despair.
Nothing I can say
Will stop you
Nothing I could do
Would set you free.
All that I could say of your startling beauty
Your powerful presence, and your luminous heart,
Would go unheard.
You will reject appreciation, compliments, desire,
As meaningless, or worse, ridicule,
Because you only see a monster.
There is no way to change this,
I can simply speak of it
And hope that it will help you find some comfort
Having it acknowledged,
Knowing that I know.