Staring into your reflection
Removing the “I” from it’s illusion
Contemplating what you have been
You are horrified by what you’ve seen.
You keep asking; “Is it real?”
That you wanted to vomit your last meal
a merely product of world’s ordeal
to make you feel you’re normal
Your true face, you can’t see
The one who is real and pretty
It is covered by too much vanity
Your self you cannot identify your rarity
In this world you try to “Fit”
The sexy standard you are trying to meet.
You’ve avoided eating your favorite
To be part of this land’s beauty fleet.
In the mirror you are looking
Have you counted what you’re losing?
Are you mindful of what is already missing?
Oh, it’s just your identity that’s simply fading.