Sting

As i cry myself to sleep
I wonder what the day will bring
Tears concealing in my pillow
But i'll always feel their sting

Searing into my thoughts
With every dream i gasp for air
Clawing at an impenetrable fort
Yet the nails always tear

Wake up broken and battered
My skin without a visible flaw
Thrown into a society of perfection
Held up in revered awe

Cast down at my own reflection
Break perfection with a prints mark
Swirls of blood and tears reveal
A visage utmost bleak birthing dark

*You may not see it
But i will always see the product of their sting
Look closely*