I have stared into mirrors
Nay, beyond them
My reflection is that of disfigurement,
But the others do not see what I see
What is elephantine and stout
Others perceive as minute and mousy
But their eyes, they must be deceived!
For who could see a beauty
In a thing like me

I do not believe any utterance
That enters through my canals
For every word is a lie
The cells of my mind
Have me thinking otherwise
As I leave my lunch behind
Don’t worry darling, you’ll be fine
Another day of starvation
of isolation
is another step towards beauty
another into the dark.