I want to be kissed so bad! It's so sweet but it never lasts for very long. The redness and the blackness materialize once more and I spend frantic minutes picking and picking, trying to uncover my true self from beneath, the raises and the bumps. My true self that I know exists and is only waiting for some small effort from me to reveal itself.

The true self that wears a smile instead of a frown that looks people in the eye and nods and agrees is agreeable and will be love by everyone. But all that comes out is blood and oil plus the color of rotting milk and the smell of dead fish and mix with the tears. Falling down my face and I realize; this is my real self and there is nothing in me that is not best hidden at all.