Dysmorphia

I am fasting to be like my idol
I look in the mirror and I am sickened
Cigarette burns on my arms remind me who I truly am
I’m not meant to be anything special

Every time I am happy I slowly break down
My intense frustration is wearing me out
Growing older was the worst thing to ever happen to me
I lie awake, an insomniac waste of life

I wish I was beautiful... but I am not
Just to carve some anger into myself
Everything I believed in turned out to be a lie
Just like me and just like you

All I love will leave me like they always do
It’s not something that bothers me anymore
I always feel inferior to most minor of things
So much it hurts me, just existing as nothing

The End

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