Dysmorphia
They don't know me
I don't even know myself
How can they say they love me
When I wish I were someone else
One day I am skinny
Then I'm so heavy I could drown
Suffocated and sinking
From the thoughts I can't get out
I wish that I could see me
Through someone else's eyes
Deep down I'm sure I'm pretty
But I can't look past my thighs
That's the problem isn't it?
You'll never truly know
Of course they say they love you
Because your thoughts they'll never know
This poem is about:
Me