Everything

Poetry. It is deep. But I am not this dark.

This distorted image has no appeal to me
I'd rather disregard and not acknowledge what I see
I constantly obsess over it in my mind
The image I protray to others; for I know they are not blind
With each meal I consume, this is not who I want to be
With each ugly bite I take the regrets have clarity
I feel like no one cares about this battle within me
I despise the skin I'm trapped in and there's no way to feel free
I hate the mirror and myself - the teller and the told
But no matter what the mirror tells, I won't fit into the mold