As i step out of the shower i looked down at my bare exposed body, i see, the stretch marks, yet i can barely see my feet, for my stomach has them beat, i see the scars, from the lies that you told me, trying to set myself free, i look in the mirror and i see, a girl who no longer knows herself, who wishes that she wouldn't show herself, in public, or they may notice, that she's not yet a novice, but instead, nothing more than just a fool. And this, is what i see