The pressure behind my moulding was never with the intention of expression
But to properly fit into my environment

Always shaping and reshaping
Mitigating the smallest parts
Emphasising the parts i thought was a better fit

To get eyes to lay on the new lumps on my body,

Ripping off, tearing apart, twisting around

Finally finishing to match my whereabouts
Just to never let myself be there
As i thought my true presence would feel out of place

Wouldn’t be able to fit in