My gaunt self
stares back from the mirror,
challenging it's creator to look
I tremble faced with the sight,
their only covering.
I faint again not surprising in my state,
for something other than the apparent.
I stumble onto the scale, my nemesis,
to see it unchanged since earlier.
I cover my self again
in the face of my failure.
i wrote this
in 97' for a school assignment on my daily routine ....... obviously i didn't
hand it in ..... but it helped to get it out ...... thought i might share .....
good luck to anyone who understands.........
6 Aug 1998
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