I am looking inside, it hurts.
Mysteries from my youth, showing up now- nails on my skin.
It stabs my own touch- the truth piercing my eyes.

It is my luck that I would survive, to be able to look outside.

Anger; envy; rancor.

I see them all on my skin,
I feel them looking at others'.

My desire to be normal- it's one step closer to my end.
But I cannot make the jump.

I am loved though, yet I cannot touch them.

Eva is loved despite her problems-
despite her skin, her past.

I look back inside.

Tears...
and a smile.

I love you.