Post-Op

I wake in a bed with needles in me

I wake in a bed with pain as I move

I wake in a bed with everlasting injections

I wake in a bed with thirst that is yet to be quenched

They say the pains are my purpose

They say the pains are my ambition

I sacrifice the life I once had

And reborn into a new body

What has the transcendence of my soul come to?

I still await the benefits of my new existence.

The scars in me go only too deep

The comfort I've had is now gone

A process can only go on too long

Before I become my own enemy

I battle my new body for the life I had

And transcend back into the joys of old

There are no new joys, just empty ambitions

Coming from empty promises I've had

My new body may be thinner, but my hatred adds more weight

To the world who couldn't accept my previous form

The body shame and discrimination that I received

Has not changed, as society demands the thinnest of bodies