I bite at the hand that feeds me

So that maybe it’ll let me starve.

I’ve never been good with my body

Image, and I wish I could just let it go.

I’ve tried and tried to think of good

Qualities I have, but everytime I looked

In the mirror I couldn’t help but be sad.

I wish I could run away from this pale

And red skin I have. But that’s only a

Wish, and I know it will never come true.

I bite at the hand that feeds me, so I can

Feel like I can control something. I wish that one day I could look at my face, and not feel like a ugly disgrace.

-aubrey