My skin is selfish, scarred, and flawed... My skin has become a facade. A facade hiding and dampening the most organic parts of me... Parts I want seen... Parts I want felt... But my punishment has been dealt. Dealt with deliberate destruction, signed by my hands for reduction. So cut it off for it's been hellish... As my skin has been so selfish.
We both looked to each other for the love we weren't giving ourselves.
I've become blinded
to my own reflection...
Clear beauty miraged
by my own self-deception.
My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.