I don't like seeing myself in the mirror

It's feeling cold and

Padding in here

My body just wants to in teach me!

Reattach 

The lovely soul I have

It doesn't match my inside well

My body is a grave

Bones of my friends 

And my!

Stomach engraved into stone

And I'm not alone

But I feel distant

Dysphoria, Dysmorphia I have em both

No matter the style

I can't

Pick my clothes

Dysphoria, Dysmorphia I have em both

No matter the style

I can't pick my clothes

I can't pick my clothes