My skin is like plastic.
Fake , stretchy and elastic.
It burns me at the worst of times,
stings me enough to make me rhyme.
Bubbling under my skin ,
A whirlwind that I find sin.
Tidal waves reach to heights unknown,
a smile glued to my face as if sown.
Into the spiral that is my core ,
I could not possibly change any more.
My skin peels to reveal a pearly smile ,
beneath I beg and scream with denial.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC