The idea of my green eyes
Peering out to the world
From deep within bloated cheeks
Disproportionate to the skin
Around some form of chin
Is the one that remains
Despite
Mirrors and the knowledge that I can again
Trace my fingers along a visible jaw line
I am not thin
Whether in my head
Or as you see me
It makes no difference
It’s like a scar
Somewhere in my brain
That does not fade
That mars the
Mirrors and the knowledge that I can again…
Nevermind about me.