I curse the beauty,
the so-called thin
the skin and bones that’s dry and hallow
the straightened hair that’s
nothing but plastic
and unreal
I curse the people who bring me
to my knees
who make me feel ugly
despite trying hard to be
like the skeletons of masses they are
I curse my fragile heart
and starving spirit
for the demons feed on innocent souls
they torture me endlessly
and yet they do it unwittingly
I curse the girl I see in the mirror
the one unchanged, almost, over the years
the one they pick on
the one they call fat
I curse the beauty
incapable, insatiable of content
and acceptance
I curse them all!
as my mental state slowly, but oh so surely
fades into oblivion