BeyondTheMask
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I wish I could talk to you.
Respond to all the gunshots you fired at me.
Explain the constellation of pockmarks crowning my mind.
But I am just a shell of what I used to be.
Flimsy.
Fragile.
Empty.
In the lens of society,
pefection is what we seek.
We strive to be flawless,
and show off a perfect physique.
Social media is the culprit,
for what we think and do.
Who or what hides beneath the makeup
Or is lost under the facade of clothes
Stripped down to bare skin
Revealing the all natural
A sprinkle of freckles dance
Aimlessly across cheeks flushed with pink
