Who Could Love...a Beast?

Look at me. Look at my defected body, my unworthy face, my soulless eyes. They wouldn't stop asking and worrying about the red lines on my wrists where I played an innocent game of connect-the-dots, so I moved to my thighs. But only for a short time. I started to pop the pills. One by one i'd fall deeper into a hibernation. It was like a sick game of cat and mouse. I being the mouse, of course. And for days I would refuse the food, for weeks I would weigh my disgusting body. I'd only eat small portions to keep them quiet. I pity those having to see my horrid image everyday. Like my mother. A delicate person is she. No one should have to endure me everyday of their lives. Having to teach, clothe, and tend to me. And so again I say. Who could love... A beast?