I resent my body
and the things
it is doing to me
the quiet betrayals
the hidden wars
beneath my skin
I carry its weight
like a sentence
I never agreed to
I listen for signs
in every ache
every change
as if I could bargain
with the hands
that built this cage
but still I wake
still I breathe
still I remain
and somewhere inside
this body I hate
something is holding on
something is fighting
without my permission
something is asking
to be loved