It seems unsolvable
Completely
Improbable
An equation
With no answer
They tell me to add pounds
But they add more doubt
Subtract self-hate
But all I do
Is lose myself in the problem
Beauty standards?
I’m on the bottom

I’m a fraction
Denominated by ideals of
Perfection
Numerated by my
Own demons
Like pi
I’m irrational
However I am not infinite
Only temporary

Average me out
Calorie count
Weight in pounds
Calculate the BMI
But
My
Inverse
Operation
Can’t be ignorable
Trying to find a semblance
Of self control

Factor it out
Solve for x
What piece
Of the puzzle
Did they forget
When they wrote my
Problem

Keep subtracting
I’m shrinking
Prime number
Divide me
By my own weight
Half of a person
Less than the other
Negative exponent
In a positive
Expression

Graph it out
Linear equation
You don’t need
A computer
To see the
Decrease in
Motivation
3D?
More like 2 dimensions
Paper thin with
Pencil markings

Multiple choice?
More like multiple guess
Balance the scale
Life is a short answer question
Sum it up
In a few words
It’s the beauty equation

Per-iety given at prices
Left some pleading
Outrages. Sorted out of the fraction
Impacted esteem-edly
Presence of a implemented higher order
Of infernal representatives
Pulling the heart string of this
Is it you? Is it me?
Seeing isn’t really the hope to distinguish
Or figure these dream referrals
Quoting back to notations
Burnt upon a whim of superiority
Longed for to study past civilizations
Of the occurrences established in that dormancy
Of the optimal credential
Rerolling the formula to reduce onward
Continue with the answer
Now newly numerated
Mother of the order coming over
Exploding to the sorting, reworking