I have lots of it
Like mountains and grassy fields over the earth's surface
It is my surface
The uneven projection of the person I hide underneath
The person I try so hard to let free
Pain
Never ending stunts of growth stretching my veins
Day after day
The pain doesn't go away
I'm left feeling abused and ashamed
Afraid of my own body and what it'll become
To think that one day
I was small and well made
Mouldable
A future of colour set out before me
Now it bores me
To think what could have bin
Had I never drink
You see
This skin is not my own
It is frequently prone
To fragrences and make up
The monthly blood drive
When am I going to wake up?
This is not what I want
I want
A million miles of fake love
Body hair and hate fucks
I little card to tell that they're glad I never gave up
A window to my soul
I hope that you see it all
This boy needs to be set free
The little piece of me
