Am I really as unpretty as I feel?
A tortured soul, Something so real;
Hidden behind the mask of the imagination.
Beyond the art of creation,
In the heart of deception.
I need to reach my perfection,
Before I drive myself mad.
Thinkin of things before everything went bad.
Am I that far from reality?
Nothing we can fix, Love is a fatality.
Removing the skin from my arm.
Beautiful designs; Me and my self harm.
Missing what was known as real,
Skin and bones; Skipping another meal.
Am I really as unpretty as I feel?
 
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