Four Seasons Growing Inside Me

This is no home it's hardly a house

You compliment me,

Instead of brushing it off

I should thank. You tell me you see


these lovely things about me,
 I find it hard

To believe. Because I look at myself


in photos and mirrors and I cannot find 
the things

that you see.


I'm supposed to love the body I was given

The only body I will ever know.

The only body that I will ever own.


The only body that will ever be 
my home.


But I am having deep trouble with
 this house

I wish you could see.


I have always loved
 architecture

But I've never loved me

the 
house that was made has 
always seemed

less
 extravagant than 
the other homes

I've 
seen

I know this home, this body 
that I live in,


has many scars and bruises.


I haven't treated it
 as well as it should've been. 


I have remodelled it
 much too many times,


When it was perfect just the way it was.