to deconstruct a body - poem

The world has poisoned my vision 

With no hope of an antidote. 

When I see myself,

It isn't really me. 

Hand me the scalpel, 

And I can amputate all the wrong parts.

Remove and replace,

Shift and staple. 

Make a Frankenstein of myself, 

And his gorgeous monster. 

(i actually cant believe i havent posted this one yet its one of my favs)