I am 60 degrees

I feel like a monster,

A Creature of Death.

As ugly as a half eaten toad.

What happened to me?

Why did I find myself on this rickety road?

Why do I feel so old so young?

Where are the people I thought would stay.

Maybe there plane got delayed.

I guess I got played.

I find myself looking in the mirror,

and what I see is what I fear.

A twisted spine interwines with my rib cage.

Being in this body is torture itself.

I look like nobody else.

Pain is a part of routine.

Why are people's words so mean?

I know I'm ugly,

Don't rub it in.

I don't see you smiling,

I don't see you happy,

So why ruin mine?

I feel like an old woman,

Walking around.

I sit in my bedroom,

and cry,

when no ones around.

That's until I met Damien,

He is my best and closest friend.

I call him at 2am,

He doesn't care,

he just wants me to know that he's there.

I call him crying,I call him smiling,I call him just because;

and he doesn't care,

He loves me too much to be a bear.

So instead of crying alone,

I call up Damien,

and cry on the phone.