alive in my skin

they say if you scratch your scars they'll disappear
they'll disappear under layers of blood and scab and hate  
until all that's left is the skin beneath your nails  
they say you're beautiful now  
dripping red instead of championing the skin you were born in
raw and ruined is the new world aesthetic  
they say to enjoy the hate you've created  
your skin isn't enough, it never was and never will be
keep scratching, twisting, burning, waxing until you are not you  
 
haven't you been fed this idea enough for it to be real?
how many mirrors have seen your hate?
when has your skin seen the tears that it causes?
 
they say to murder yourself until your dead body suits their tastes  
they don't see scars are your proof of being alive  
 
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Inspired by "Scratch The Scars" competition.