skin

it is a longing to get out of this skin
because everyone recognizes it
and leaves their fingerprints on it
i feel so used

because they all think of me as just a shell
and all they know are ways to fill it
because no one ever taught them
to play nice

could beauty ever come here
and fill these aching voids?
i do not look to wishes anymore
as i fully understand their hollow promises

so i curl up with delusions instead
for their real lies are that much better than the fake truth
and so i wait
as i gently slip away