I peeled it off because I didn't like the colour.
I was going to change it
But then I saw the marks left
And I realised it was a reflection
Of how we are.
We don't like our origanal self's
And so we cover up
And while hiding we create scars
That aren't noticeable until we reveal them.
But we cover up with a new colour
So nobody would notice our scars.
But I don't need your approval of my colour.
I don't care if you judge my scars.
I do it for myself
So I don't have to see them
So I don't have to notice that sick feeling
Brought on by my wordless, shapeless, meaningless cover
That drapes me like a wet towel
And every time I colour again
Water is being dumped over me.
I don't care about you
So don't think you're special.
Your words and concerns mean nothing to me.
It's only the colour now.