Reflections are not welcomed
in my field of reception,
Visual confirmation of my existence
has become very unpleasant.
Another day of being me.
The unappealing figure whose only
means of functioning is through the veins of the weak.
Runes of despair are tattooed
on the structure of my physique.
I often fail to score
the minimal values
necessary to escape
my own defeat.
Poetry 