I wish I had something good to say, but all I have is this poem

I hardly recognize myself now,
museumed-out eyes, hollow rounded
nostrils on smooth skin, like marble edges
worn down. I've explored every curve
of this self-disappearance, tried this perfection
to insanity, white and geometrical teeth
smile back at me. I know the girl is fake.

This town is my ever-expanding
cage, it seems to encompass the
forty mile radius to coffee shops
in neighboring cities, its wires creeping
even into the place where I grew up.
Beauty and home deplete into
lonliness, when it is all
we have.

My head is split with knowledge
too heavy, a diet of one thing can
make anyone empty. Who will ever
poke around inside? I feel I could die
and no one would notice, weeks on the
carpet, my brains crusting over.

What a waste, they would say, when
they found me.