Skin

Wish the mirror would smash, detest the image staring back

face looks at me, reads my deepest thoughts, gives feedback
the hateful stare, its cold cynical glare
its like a beast in my nightmares

I cant stand a camera, hide from the ordeal
the likeness, I don't like it, makes it seem real
this skin I feel, this body I resent, doesn't represent
doesn't give me much hope, images just torment

This body I carry, doesn't seem to fit, people laugh and make fun

cant shake the feeling that somehow I got the wrong one
that someone was having a laugh when they made me
the bits all seem out of shape, every inch feels beastly

I know looks are only skin deep
that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but in this world of tinder and speed dating
outer skin is all that's seen, not the person within, waiting

And this skin doesn't fit
it stretches too thin
some bits are too fat, my face is a mask
the smile I cant grasp, so I stand at the back

My clothes don't work, don't understand fashion
certainly not dashing
but still find time to give, to love and respect
always be all I can so please don't neglect

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.