Time seems to move so slowly yet so quickly
Every year I tell myself the words, "It'll get better, just wait and see"
And so the had countdown begun
As time passes I only get worse
Waiting for that opening
When I turn the age 18
And am all on my very own
My scars are visible yet mostly faded
They go unnoticed by all yet I see them so clearly
The skin will permanently be damaged
Unable to line up properly with the rest of my cells
My mind is a toxic place
So dark and cold
It'll send shivers up your spine and cause you to cry
You'll look at my with pity and want to offer sympathy
You'll change how you view me
I wish for you not to see how I see myself
Because I don't like myself at all
This reflection is a lie
A prime example of acceptable appearance, enough to please society so that strangers will stay quiet
Because acceptance of others just by glance is all that matters
My mind is corrupt and only grows worse as time goes on
Born in an unwanted body
Unwanted by culture which led to abandonment
Unwanted by the host
Gifted by an unfit name, an unwanted name to be exact
Every night I tell myself the words, "It'll get better, just wait and see."
I've let things go on for so long, am I ready for a change next year?
Or will I revert to my previous ways and put on a facade
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