body

[sad_bunny]

hollow yet full,
heavy-- dead weight,
my body is a temple,
a destiny i create.

i love it, i hate it,
i urge to change it, 
artificially, superficially,
for the eyes of the beholder.

like rivers and hills,
or a dusty, orphaned mine,
a body is a monetary,
losing value with time.

i want to be pretty and perfect and petite,
i want to be wanted,
someone's craving, so sweet.

but time advances while my thinking stays put,
losing my chances to feel free and beautiful,
a duality that seems senseless,
sometimes even defenseless. 

one day i will be older,
cracking, creasing,
my body done leasing,
my time on this earth,
i wonder then,
if ever and when,
will i ever feel beautiful again?




I wrote this poem very quickly and without much editing, so I am definitely looking for some feedback/suggestions! Thanks

Personally, this poem speaks to me, it is written so beautifully with every word touching your soul. There are only a few miner changes that I think could enhance the beauty of it. I also believe that once you start using rhymes you should keep them throughout the whole poem because then the flow can get mixed up and you would expect the next rhyme but it never comes so it becomes rather confusing.