Scrolling through instagram— emitting blue light that
illuminates my fixated face.
Posts producing unrealistic standards
haunt my mind as I
aspire to replicate their portrayed phantom.
The media recommending rigorous diets,
exhausting exercises and putrid pills.
These influences invaded my brain
like a planned ambush.
Constantly counting calories—
constantly working out.
Blue and white amphetamines suppressing my appetite—
feeding into a lethal cycle.
Slowly starving to death as I
count crunches and capsules.
My skin adhering to my bones and
sunken in eyes— begging for help.
Yet the only aid I receive is
compliments for my contorted ego.
Likes and comments admiring my
sickly figure as my mind tries to kill me
and my body— deliberately deteriorates.
Glaring at my reflection—
all I see is the same
Tears streaming down my face—
When will I be good enough?
What pills do I need to swallow?
What routine do I need to follow?
When will the image staring back at me