Walking amongst the crowd
he bows his head
covering his face
Ashamed, disgraced of a
body he wishes to
dispose
a skin feasting on his
esteem
Wounds hidden deep
within his body
finally a face he hates
He's grown to
know mirrors scream
in his reflection
He dreams of being in
someones body but
all disappears when
morning comes to wake up
from lies
At night a cry he sends to
the stars asking and wondering
why all he gets in return
an outburst of deep silence
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