Another piece from when I was 16. The last stanza was added a couple of days later. I'm glad I figured things out and came to a bit of sense at the end:
A large, hideous creature behind steely eyes
No fear, just anxiety as I color
Color it red with anger and pain
Color it red in hopes of illuminating
The beauty within the beast
Look into the mirror, but the monster remains
Continue to color the white of my skin
Expulsion of crimson and emancipation of life
Blood drips away in revelation
The inner lady stands
Expunged of the shell of a fiend
Wondering why attractiveness is exterior
How beauty gets in such an revolting body
While a lovely body contains repulsiveness
Need to get out of this skin
Have to get out of this merciless, nefarious world
Full of the iniquitous and the judgmental mortals
Tearing at my life and love in my wretched form
It hurts, but they continue with their persecution
They won’t let me be
Measure magnificence in the length of the lacerations
Measure perfection in units of blood
Peeling away the external layers
I want you to see my mind, my soul, my heart
Eradicate the monster
The hopeless, helpless mess upon the floor
Severely mutilated, bleeding copiously
Finally rid of a binding wrapper
Gone is the monster in the mirror
The inside beauty dies
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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