Skin

The plastic wrap around my face

Is now shredded into pieces

Bringing along giant shards of skin

Along with its tarnished cleavages.

Yes, the facade did

Protect me.

It made me shine, under the light.

But without it, I was just a pebble

Under the disguise of a sparkling gem.

Walking along the sideways,

Feeling your hand rested on mine

How can I let you touch

Something that was never really mine?

Artificial, every scrap of foundation

That inked into my skin

Pours out like a stream, except there's no way

To stop it now.

What would I conquer?

By holding onto my skin?

Would it be you one day,

Who peels it away?

Or would it be me,

Or would it be the crowd that faces my fate?

Every single day under the glowing sun.

There's no spite,

And that's what frightens me.

Will the plastic burn

When the red hot liquid touches my skin~

Trembling due to the intense pain

Yet submitting to my fate.