Myself Around You

New malicious bones
Popping out of my sides, shoulders
I see you sometimes
But more often I see
Hideous pockets of untold fat
On the days my eyes are unclouded
I stand in fear of the mirror
For a different reason
Because it reflects truth
Instead of illusion, as I am used to.
The darkening bags under my eyes
Are competing against the darkening
Bruises and emphasis of my structure
Chills roll and scrape up my spine
Goosebumps spot my frail frame
I meekly cower, please I beg
I shake, tremble, quake
I wish this were the end of something
Not otherwise specified
Explain to me this
Unbounding pattern of infrequent concepts
Picking apart my brain