I cut and claw to get outside myself. I wash until I am red and raw. Noting seems to clean away the feeling that I am trapped in the wrong place. I scream inside my own head until I can't even think. Why am I caught inside of myself, why can't I get out. I look in the mirror and my image is mocking me. I want out of this place, but I can't shed my own skin. So I cut and scratch some more, until the blood drips from my wrist and neck or until I find a way out of this prison I am in.