Bowled Under

When had I become so self-aware ?

So acutely conscious of their every stare?

Smell, hair, sweat and skin

Torture me at their every whim.

Healthy function and body mass

Distort and twist in the looking glass.

I hover over toilet bowl

To purge my body, to empty my soul

It takes its toll, it takes its toll.

Keeping it all under control.

(c) Slumpless

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