“In the eyes of the beholder,” they say,

Beauty is found,”

But this beholder is in disarray,

Every calorie, every ounce, every pound

Seen through glasses in decay



“Unlovable” the voices yell

Confusion surrounds as lies become truth

Life is now a place of torture, a place called hell

My body is covered in battle wounds



Ugly, worthless, fat

These voices tell me

They don’t hold back

The remnants of the pain is all debris



Broken and alone

I cry out to no avail

Even in my sleep, I moan

Her soul is damaged and frail