Coping Mechanism

I lose my substance

and I fade away.

Becoming transparent,

I see them through

my looking glass. 

Terrifying brutality.

Hyperventilating,

I let my breath 

fog my vision.

My identity--

flaws and insecurities.

Scrutinize my flesh

to define me.

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