You want to rip your skin,
Peel back the layers,
Find the ugliness
You feel inside.

You promise you are kind.
You promise you are good.

Yet you bite.

You don't know why.
No matter how you try,
You always see the savage beast-
Not meant for love.

You promise you are good.
You promise you are kind.

But the bite-

They never forget the bite.
So you look into the mirror
And pick at yourself
Till there is nothing left
But ugliness.