My Overwhelming Grief

Mirrors stare with cruel callousness;

Cameras haunt my every step;

Capturing a moment;

And reminding me of my grief;

I'm tortured by those around me;

Oblivious of my pain;

I glance at my reflection;

And I want to scream;

Disgusting and vile;

And writhing with bile;

Sick to the stomach at my own self;

An empty shell;

A hideous skin;

A repulsive lump;

Boiling lard, no wonder I throw up;

Routine nights;

Crouched in the shower;

Index finger, foe I shall keep;

Pouring water, searing my back;

I wish it would melt me away;

But I can't just disappear;

From the taunts in my mind;

Constantly scared of what might be said;

And if my secret found out;

No one knows;

Only I...

I'm locked in a prison, with my grieving disgust.