weighing machine

how does one do it? how to please a weighing machine
its strict, judgmental poise always begins with a zero
and ends on an unpleasant number
Its needle swinging close to dangerous digits
one's you'd maybe foreseen, but hoped to never expect
it doesn't lie
its truth will not waver
it says nothing, yet speaks aloud
depressing unvarnished facts

take off your watch, shoes and clothes
ruthless scales, they stay unmoved

It befriends few   makes only mortal enemies
the number one star
from your collection of horrible dreams

you can't make it happy, you can't make it sad
unattached piece of machinery
it's neither good nor bad
'mirror mirror on the wall'..
only that its under you feet, when you stand tall
more sincere than a magic mirror
more hurtful than a cold embrace

it's just a weighing machine that tells you
if you're under or overweight..