A new species still being studied-

They have a compulsive obsession with mutilating their bodies
They yank out hairs in the place on their face made for expression
Daily they scrape off natural hairs from their limbs
And from under them, considering the act as simple hygiene practice

Some will even lay in a chamber of radiation to cook skin browner
And smear a smelly cream to make the skin look slimy shiny and '****'
They scorch their head hair to change the texture for a day
And they draw on their faces with crayons made from wax and oils

They prioritize displaying of the body shape over movement
With their tight denim body coverings and waist clinchers
They wear coverings of their feet with a stick replacing the heel
To look physically attractive, despite the injuries and lesions

They're expected to keep a casing over their chest tissues in public
They hide their pheromones with alcohol and fake smell of plants
They keep private and hidden that they perform excretory acts
And they're never content with the meat casing they're trapped inside

Only (almost) satisfied looking at their reflection and seeing a lie

Is it symbolizing
Love?
The sacrifice and
Pain
Blue veins but red
Blood

Or is it your hatred
For you
A revelation of the
Boring truth
Not something special, but
Something I wish I never knew

He's standing on the bridge
He's been staring over the edge for an hour now
So close yet so far
Only seconds to be destined to his second biggest fear
The river it turns into currents of tears he has cried, these sorrows won't leave him alone
The wind as it howls- it turns into voices they cry, "we're here, don't you leave us alone"

He's standing on the bridge
He's been staring over the edge for two hours now
A masked man approached him, put a gun to his head, said, "give me all you got or you're gonna end up dead!"

But he begged for his life
Said, "please don't make me choose
I have a future and a family
Just too much to lose"

"Oh please" he said again
But when he turned his face
The gunman disappeared
With a wallet in his place

His body hit the water
And the man looks at the ground
The gunman was his brother
He finally cried out loud  

"Oh why would you do this?"
He says with tears down his face
"There's just too much to live for!
Who's gonna take your place!?"

But it's too late, the river won't
Spit him out, it's nature,
But it whispers, "heroes save lives
What about your self?"

He takes a step away
While the sirens take his place
The sun is going down
As he makes his way home

I can smash the glass universe before it can haunt me again
Smash every one I see until they become extinct
But my reflection will sneak up on me in ponds and silver spoons
When I'm trying to walk or eat in peace it won't leave me alone

Or I can build myself strong enough so I won't easily break
For having an aesthetic flaw and not having an unrealistic face
I'll build myself stronger than that useless piece of glass
And recognize I'm worth more than just a piece of ***

Because my worth doesn't come from looking like a doll
And taking hours in the morning just to stand up tall
I have a job, I'm useful, loved, healthy, motivated, successful...
I'm good enough to know the glass universe is merely a mirror

The man's worn, his face sorrowed and distressed,
There's something he feels that he must confess
This veteran of war; once beloved
Lies awake- no cape- at zero one hundred

There's a deathly undying desire
To rid of the burden fueling this fire
Lingering longer 'til he can't take it
"Not a killer, or hero... A human"

Yet he whispers to himself, he can't breath
It echoes- the word "soldier" spit from teeth
Reminiscing, watching ambitions, dreams,
Drained from a newly emptied corpse through screams

"I've taken lives, orders have taken me
Look at what I've done, but don't look at me"