Skin Deep

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see a pretty face
Held high, walking with grace?
Do I seem perfect to you
From your point of view?
When you really look at me
Do you see what I see?
Do you see that my eyes are not aligned,
Do you see that I'm going blind?
Can you see the marks on my lips I so often pick at when nervous,
Does my smile show that I feel worthless?
Do you notice my obscure nose,
My chubby cheeks colored rose?
Do you see the stretch marks on my thighs,
The scars revealing all the lies? 
Do you see the marks every man
Has ever left on me with their hand?
Do you see my hip bones protruding,
Are my lies doing any fooling?
Do you see the look I give food,
Can you imagine how I view myself when nude?
Can you see that I'm in pain,
Can you see that depression is driving me insane?
When you look into my eyes,
Do you see burnt light inside?
Do you see the hate that I feel
For myself and the feelings I try to conceal?
Do you still see what you first saw?
Or has your perception changed since you see the flaws?
When you look at me, 
Do you only look skin deep?
Or do you truly see me when nearer
The way I see myself in the mirror?

This poem is about: 
Our world


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