I peeled it off because I didn't like the colour. I was going to change it But then I saw the marks left And I realised it was a reflection Of how we are. We don't like our origanal self's And so we cover up And while hiding we create scars That aren't noticeable until we reveal them. But we cover up with a new colour So nobody would notice our scars. But I don't need your approval of my colour. I don't care if you judge my scars. I do it for myself So I don't have to see them So I don't have to notice that sick feeling Brought on by my wordless, shapeless, meaningless cover That drapes me like a wet towel And every time I colour again Water is being dumped over me. I don't care about you So don't think you're special. Your words and concerns mean nothing to me. It's only the colour now.