I stopped crying and I sat in front of the mirror
I painted another layer of skin on my face
And a new set of eyelids and lips
And by the time I was done I started cutting my hair,
Changing my clothes and inking my body
Then I looked in the mirror and couldn't find myself in the reflection
There was a girl Looking back of course
But she wasn't me
And I was finally relieved and a little happy
I wonder if I've changed or if all along this person was living beneath my skin
Perhaps all I had to do was shed my old skin and let her out
The way reptiles do when they grow
All I have to do now is let her take the lead
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
