Skin
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.