Mocking mirrors here and there
always relishing my despair.
Never ceasing in their testimony
until I miraculously become bony.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
it's all you are and that's a fact.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
the only way to earn your throne."

Dodging reflections day and night
just to avoid my sickening sight.
For merely a peek at my physique
means hours dedicated to my obliques.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
you're an ugly lumpy brat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
then you'll be in a league unknown."

Evading food left and right
ensuring my clothes won't remain tight.
No more calories unless I'm slim
because anything else is a sin.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
your stomach is in no way flat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
to forget the meaning of alone."

Disguising flesh front and back
like disheveled hair in a hat.
Layer upon layer in disrepair
hoping one day I'll be fair.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
impossible to combat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
maybe that will stop your moans."

Dropping pounds inside and out
choosing only the most depraved route.
My vanishing act nearly perfected
makes Houdini look truly defective.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
on the path to a million cats.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
here's a prince to call your own."

Pushing against exhaustion near and far
feet slapping against the tar.
Each drop of perspiration
is simply personified by desperation.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
trapped within that habitat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
forever striving to be your clone."

Immersed in sunlight up and down
though imprisoned in icy winter's town.
Others are sweating in the fryer
yet I'm shivering by the fire.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
about important as a gnat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
let us carve you out of stone."

Hysterically searching high and low
but my period left long ago.
Pursued by the aspiration
of adding to the generations.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
who would want to stop and chat?
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
on and on the gossip drones."

Clumps of hair with and without
blanketing the floor all about.
Every strand that abandons my head
leaves me wishing that I was dead.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
more revolting than a rat.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
my how pretty you have grown."

Deteriorating here and now
more than life should allow.
A mutated monster overly lean
that sadly can not be unseen.

"Skin and fat, skin and fat;
you're certainly not at all that.
Skin and bones, skin and bones;
throughout the world you'll be known."

Undeniably dead and alive
all the joy has been deprived.
I am nothing but fatally frail
and oblivious in my fairytale.