Your insecurities are you securities,
the flaws that explain you.
They represent the marks of society,
sketched so many times they have left scars.

Fluent in the language of our media,
You model their myth.

You cover your scars with pain,
but it refuses to dry,
unwilling to tell your lies.

Layer over layer, you will surly suffocate
as it takes the very last trace of your real face.
You take comfort in the lies its made you.