My Shiny Rusted Face

MY SHINY RUSTED FACE

I thought it must be Squeaky Clean
The World I Shined for All To See
My Truth a Lie of base Identity:
I’d scraped off all the Ugly Parts,
Burned out both the moles and warts.
I bleached my Soul; I bleached my Hair;
The smallest effort never spared.
I took comfort that you Envied Me,
For once you thought you glimpsed in me
Something; All I sought to seek
Willing to Not Seek a Thing
If I could only Feel Again,
No Lengths Too Far
To Steal Your Trust
I’ll Sell You Gold
And Leave You Rust.

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