An account of a days living by a woman possibly suffering from a undiagnosed hormonal disorder

As I walk up the tiresome stairs 
I climb the sheer eternity
The never ending slope.
The decline of hope. 
I cannot breathe. I cannot function
I wish I had the stamina of a munch-kin

My brain feels fogged
Maybe I have too much cognition logged
Maybe I need more vitamins
I am too weak to even feel scorned. 

I am tired. I am fatigued.
I am feeling that I am dropping
I really feel like my body needs to be eloping .

My once lovely locks and hair are shedding 
My mane of former glory needs readdressing 
My inflamed complexion is being tested
Why am I just not being allowed to be rested 

Lotions and potions.Toning solutions.
They don't seem to undo the damage
My face is a messed up carnage
The acne. The scars.
The hair growth.
I feel like I am from planet Mars

The dial on the scales make me cry 
I have done all I can and have tried and tried. 
I cut out the gluten.I passed over fruit.
I killed my appetite .I tried with all my might 

The dial does not budge
The flab on me refuses to do much
I feel so unattractive
I feel so low
Am I destined to feel sad 
Am supposed to look so bad. 

Why does this mysterious illness
Kill my flow?

Why am I summoned to a life of this blow?