Cover Up

Staring at an image forward of me,
I can't handle the strain anymore.
Horrid looks, fragile and old,
Pull it tight, skin graft over my existence.

Grow a plastic layer,
Cover up all the damage I've done.
Scars running north and south,
Hide them under flesh coloured paper.

Attempts to kill,
Putty them up, close the blocked end.
Forget the past image,
Start fresh and new.

Alone trying once again,
I destroy all the good work.
Another sign is put in front,
Under construction, I need a chance to recover.

Gunshot to my heart,
Silent, but crying in agony.
Screams for one person,
To accept every fault in me.

I shouldn't have to change the image,
Love the way I am.
You don't have to live with the taunts,
And forever evil looks.

They want me gone,

Dead.
Alone.
Silent.

Gone, without a reason.
Gone, without a cause.
Gone, without a goodbye.

Hand on the trigger,
Will I make the plunge?
Make it right for them?
What will it do for you?