As soon as I get home
I take off all my clothes
Sit, and wait
To become me again.

Like a magic trick,
No...maybe a spell
The facade falls away
The fake expression melts
Off my face
And I am once again
Reality.

I like to be naked
To know that this is the purest form of me
I take off every greasy make-up mark
And re-embark
On the daily discovery
Of my essence.

I'll feel all the scars,
Revel in my imperfections
Bask in the failures
That society has so graciously informed me of.

I wish they knew
How much I love the ugly pieces of me
They are what keep me here
What remind me
Of reality.

As I put my clothes back on
In the morning, before class...
I practice in front of the mirror
Arranging my face
Into pleasing expressions
Trusting a piece of glass
To keep me safe.

But always, I live for the days
That I am hated
I live for the days

that I am naked.