Wake up, feel different, I feel sick
Run to bathroom, vomit every bit
Rise to the mirror, wash my face
What the hell, what’s this face!
My hair, my eyes I fall down
I get back up, what is this frown?
I’ve got muscles, je suis beau
I’m taller with a bronzed glow
My insecurities, my patheticness
They are gone, have I been blessed?
I run out the room onto the landing
My mum’s at the top of the stairs standing
” Mum mum look at me, look at my face”
She can’t hear me, what is this place?
I put my hand on her, turn around please
“turn up the heating darling, I felt a breeze”
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Phil lister 02/10/17