My Body

My body is not a place of my own.
Dotted in blemishes
Criss-crossed by scars.
Bursting at my seams
Flaking at the lips.

I'm sore in some place at every moment.
Everything feels so divided.

I fear its capabilities.

Nothing is right in my brain
And all these chemicals are confused.

The pharmacist calls me by name.

I want all of the magic pills
To swallow and regenerate
Every sign of every mistake
So I can feel like me.