Dysmorphic is my worldly view
malformation thought to be true
in three dimension I am trapped
wishing I were not myself
this earthly vessel in which I reside
is now my prison I'll not abide
with self loathing I'll admit
God played a joke to put me here.
Convicting words heard by the self
not what the world has to say
I'm much more harsh, this I know
it does little good to my soul
mercy's given by other eyes
but not my own in judgment’s ire
to damn the whole to spite the small
this is my lot as I reproach.
Grotesqueness put upon the world
I think I'm to blame for wickedness
far too much credit taken here
I wish my mind could be convinced
with too much there or not enough
form misshapen by nature's hoof
the brain decries the discord there
waiting for the world to withdraw.
I'd hide if I could run away
though this I do from mirror's face
never the two shall confront
myself and my reflected fiend
denial is my greatest tool
avoided glass with image dual
I think therefore I am
still I'll ignore my unwanted corpse.
I'll take care the best I can
this flawed vessel of a man
it's the only show in town
unless I leave, put it down
purgatory may be my place
while I live upon this plane
so I'll accept with gritted teeth
this humor God’s bequeathed.
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