Can I shed this skin
My hands so eagerly
itch to peal away
Layer by layer...
Revealing the bare minimal
So I can sift through the organs,
tissues, and bones, trying to
find a more honest self
I've been told real beauty lies within
maybe its hibernating or hiding
in a warmer part of my heart?
Hesitant, I am afraid to uncover the truth
that theres nothing, nothing at all
no true beauty, no way to love myself
to find out that I am stuck with this ugliness
that has inched its way through my entire soul
