Ill-Fitted (Poetry)

My body used to suit me once —
it barely fits me now
but hangs there creased
grown thin and worn
it feels all wrong somehow

Did it belong to someone else ? —
some person I once knew
who pulled and stretched
then left it wrecked
old damage showing through

If I could shed this ugly coat
and save the self within
I’d fold my bones
to fit some box
and bid farewell to skin