Beneath the skin

I'm not made from society
I'm not made from tools
I'm made from the varieties
that make me unlike you.

I have nothing to reveal
Yet everything for you to see
I'm like a rose
Except I'm me.

Though little dark secrets
hide in my past
I won't let it get the best of me
I won't become trash.

I have nothing to reveal
Cause underneath my dark past
I'm actually real.