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Under my skin,

Did you know that is where you are?

How long must you scratch and scrape,

and tear me apart,

You own me through and through,

yet i do not even own,

a small fraction of you,

not your vision,

not a piece of your mind,

as i’m sure you never think of me,

and i’m beginning to realise,

that you looked and never saw me,

you saw what you wanted to see,

she is not who i am,

or someone i can be.





Why do all these bodies, faces,

cast me aside with such ease,

Why can i not rid myself of them so easily?

Why must i care for the smallest things,

These things barely touched you,

But they scold me so deeply.

Perhaps i deserve to feel the pain,

Inside, outside, it burns just the same,

I cannot forget these faces,

I know their fears, their loves, their names,

and i keep on coming back,

for another taste of a sour memory,

Where are you?

Why did you go?