They say your body is a temple
and that you shouldn't burn
it down. But how
can I not when all it
makes me do is frown?
My lips are too chapped
and my fingers too thin;
my features are the pet peeves
that get under my skin.
My eyebrows are thick
and my thighs are too wide,
and when I look in the mirror
all I want to do is cry.
My tummy isn't flat,
my nose is awkwardly shaped,
I somehow wish I could
find an escape.
My body is a temple and I
shouldn't burn it down
but I can't help
but want to be the one
to light the match.
(a.l.m)