I wish I could say
That here I am
And this is my skin.
And it would all look plainly-
Right and perfect.

But I am not blind
And the mirror is too fond
Of displaying my faults-
The scars, the open wounds, the arms
I too freely fell into.

I tried to cover myself in them
And I won the games without trying.
It got easy to be whatever gurl
They dreamed of-
Turns out, I won pieces of them
Cuz years later I’m still picking
At my skin trying to get them out of me

Guess that’s the price
For free skin & a trapped heart.