body

[tun]

hollow yet full,
heavy-- dead weight,
my body is a temple,
a destiny i create.

i love it, i hate it,
i urge now to change it,
artificially, superficially,
for the eyes of a beholder and let's say originally.

like rivers and hills,
or a dusty, orphaned mine,
your a body is monetary,
losing value with time.

i want to be pretty and perfect and petite,
i want to be wanted,
someone's craving, so sweet.

but time it advances
while my thinking stays put,
losing and so all of my chances to feel free and beautiful
they are going kaput,
a duality that seems senseless,
defenseless i stand.

one day i will be 
each day I am older,
and cracking and creasing,
my body done leasing,
my time on this earth,
by the day is decreasing
i wonder then,
if ever, or when,
will i ever feel beautiful
or never again?




I wrote this poem very quickly and without much editing, so I am definitely looking for some feedback/suggestions! Thanks

You have used rhyme in a way that initially at the start suggests or creates the expectation of a coherent rhythmic/rhyme scheme. The last line of the second stanza is a devastating disappointment in this regard.