I'm sick of these verbs chained to me.
Parasites wherever I go, no clean slate
To start on.
Not really sure what it is.
The hair, the face, the way I speak.
The mask I wear is not worn, but drilled onto my face
"Cover her deformity. The world must never see."
They are not blind. They see clearly, but with the wrong eyes.
They see not what's really there,
But what they want to see.
And what they see is me.
Sweet, Innocent, Naive.
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