Reflections are a deadly thing

Peeling the skin off my face
this repulsive pulse
Hoping there is no longer I

inquiring me be me
mirror
eyes of tears
pools of fears for only my own reflection
I've been me for 16 years
16 years of fears of a reflection

An unwanted flower in a green house of orchids, laughing daffodils and bright smiling sunflowers
who would want a ****
Even cacti are alluring
but a ****
there is no need

Pluck and pull out the sight of I
no longer a ****
maybe there is a seed
maybe                                    (just maybe)
i can blossom and bloom
into the floret you will not forget

When i see my shadow
i will not ring the blues
and my color will be a ravishing hue

is this true?