POEMRECITAL ASSESSMENT

My life is a walking self-sabotaging machine, with no shut down button i can press on, nor a reset button for me to start over. my brain has a disgustingly beautiful way of making the impossible sounds possible, like this person hates me through the way they stare, or the way they say certain words, or even through the way they chew their food. I have a talent of skyrocketing my self-esteem, or convincing myself that I am an embodiment of ugly, that my acne scars can be spelled to the word vile, my love handles can be fed to the bear, and keep it stuffed through the winter, or that my bloated stomach is the reason that i should kill myself. My mind is an extremely good manipulator, an excellent mood shifter, it could see a cup of good ramen as a gym-calling alarm, or a stick of ice cream as another gain of 10 kilos.